Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160603144843

Upstairs there were the shabby rooms of the former inhabitants. The beds and rooms were stripped of most valuables, sheets and pillows were missing, furniture was destroyed.. The place was pillaged, stripped clean. There were a few blankets lying around on the hallways and the beds that weren't touched, although it wouldn't suffice for such a large group like Glorfindel's.

At the end of the narrow hallway a hooded, small figure with a bent back scurried from room to room. It appeared that it was one of the pilgrims, although he didn't look like any of the others as far as appearance went.

The pilgrim had a long, flowing black cloak and a small hood that was tighter around his head, concealing his face. The rags of brown that ran along his charred body had a certain glow to it, emitting a small but radiant light. Finally, he had a small silver trimmed knapsack around his stubby shoulders, and his staff of brass had a small set of bells that dangled off the top.

The pilgrim did not take notice of the Brass Knight, much too occupied with grabbing everything that could be used for another long journey. After all, he was ordained to either die or succeed in his quest.

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Jericho wandered around the city for some time. He was located somewhere around the edge of the city as hr navigated through the countless of swirly doads and narrow alleyways, each one ending up looking the exact same. Pilgrims passed him sometimes, although they were just as much a threat as thry were talkative. They barely took notice of him as he walked or sometimes bumped into them.

Eventually Jericho would find himself not so far off the main gates, seeing Abello, Rakusil and a third Undead unknown to him in conversation.

He spotted the others as well, scouting out a nearby tavern.