Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160803211130

Eilonwyn wrote: Miri jogged ahead a little, ignoring the calls of the bazaar as she headed straight for the tower, note in hand.. People made for the giant women in her black death armour, complete with the inhumanly large blade on her back. To a culture of people whose entire history was made up of legendary sword fights, Miri looked like she had just popped out of a storybook.

Inside the walls it was much calmer. There was less shouting, and everyone had personal space. Guard patrols could be spotted, armored in steel mail and blue cloth, with orichalcum scimitars at their hips.

Street vendors cried out from their stands, and in the alleys one could see urchin gangs, the members of which threw dark looks at whoever passed their way. Even in Taneth, the threat of getting beaten half to death and robbed by a bunch of twelve year olds was as real as always.

The tower was like a diamond in the rough, while the highrises and tight urban quarters surrounded it, the Hall rose above all of them, and had a wide pocket of space, no building touching it on any side. The streets made way for it, as it was in the smack center of an intersection. It was very well cared for, free of the grim or soot of the other buildings, and looked to be an overall respectable establishment.