Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-5543592-20200118170842

The town was picturesque and would have been quiant were the ambience not so ominous.

A mother holding hands with her child strolled past them. She looked critically at them first, but then spotted Lysilde's sash and waved before continuing on.

Helian could see a the storefronts sat alongside the inn. The blacksmith the butcher, the grocer, the alchemist: he could see signs hanging above their doors and wares in the windows.

They passed by the inn. Low music reached them from inside, slow and sweet in tune. An old man sat on the porch in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe. He nodded to Scaldor, who licked his own smoke aside and then gave him the bird.

The chapel of Arkay was coming up in front of them. It was looming, fhe architecture was clearly 2nd Era, with an elliptical design that ascended onto a single tower. A bell hung in the tower's apex.