Welcome to Grent

[Mierin]

The sun is shining brightly and a cool breeze is coming off from the western mountains. You see a gathering of people and caravans of foodstuff, articles of clothing, performers and what not waiting to enter the city. Inspections and warnings are given and the line moves slowly. you can see 4 Calvarymen patrolling up and down the line keeping a watchful eye and several lined archers casually viewing the horizon. You can already hear and smell the city and it is a welcomed sight and sound after a long journey to get here.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Derik Sheridow, assassin ordinaire, stands among the caravan he let them think he had come to guard. It was a beneficial situation, for Derik. They pay him, and he gets to travel with them. Usually, in the walled cities, it got him through the door. Entering during the day was always such a hassle otherwise.

As the calverymen walk up and down, he watches to see where they were looking. If they pass by, he says, conversationally, "It's quite the line here. We must have come at the busiest time, huh?"

[dakota]

Pulling up his cloak's hood, D'fel Shimmra looked down the rutted road at the crowd assembled at the city's gate. He had crossed paths with many other beings since leaving the monestary, with mixed results, but this city would be his greatest test. Tucking his tail up beneath the cloak, he adjusted his pack and began to walk again, with his bo used as a walking stick. He considered for a moment to go around, but his ration supplies were dwindling and needed to be replenished soon, and he still did not have the desire to learn to hunt. So he was forced to approach the tail of the caravan waiting to enter.

[kurff]

Kurff stayed hidden as he watched the city move. Like most his type he knew better than to be a target. So with a hood pulled up on his head he moved among the crowd to look busy..

approaching a shop that may need a delivery boy he asked the person at the desk.

"Do you need a delivery made or message sent?" he spoke with as much honesty as thief dare use. it seemed thieves whether good hearted or not had an aura about them.

[Mierin]

(Derik)
The guard nods in response to Derik's question. "Yeah, it's always pretty busy this time of year. We've got lots of folks comin' and goin'." Looking up from his clipboard, he asks "What's your name sire? Where do you hail from and what weapons are you carrying?" The tone is impersonal as if he's asked this question of thousands of people every week.

(D'fel)
While you wait in line, you notice a few people doing a double take as they see you, and stare at you with a curious look on their face. When you reach the guard at the gate, his eyes open wide for a second, but he simply asks "What's your name sire? Where do you hail from and what weapons are you carrying?" in an attempt to act like he's seen plenty of strange things in his time and nothing fazes him.

(Kurff)
The clerk at the desk shakes her head and say "Not at the moment, child. Why not come back in a little while? There may be something then."
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[Renekin Skywalker]

"Louis Tulley." Derik says, giving the name he gave the caravan leader. "I hail from Bronx, on the Eastern coast." He explains. "I just have the swords and daggars. Oh, and the bow. Nothing exotic, I'm afraid. You?"

[kurff]

"Thank you" he then left looking for a Locksmith store. He knew enough about picking locks and it was a job. Save getting work in a thieves guild, and he intended to live a long life than most thieves did.

Besides as Locksmith's apprentice he'd meet a lot of people and get a a better job. now if he were a noble he'd be able to live like an ordinary child. But that was pure fantasy.

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[dakota]

Used to the stares of those unfamiliar with his race, he ignored them and focused on the guard as his turn to enter came. " My name is D'fel Shimra, and I come from a simple monestary overlooking the Algorian Sea." He spoke in a slow and soft manner that did not match his appearance. " I have few weapons, merely a whip and my staff. I trust these will not cause any issues?"

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[Dome]

Falbera makes her way towards Grent. Seeing the line to enter the city, she takes her place at the back of the line making sure to pull her hood up close around her head and waits her turn to get in.

Upon reaching the guard she says, "My name is Falbera Deldukr, I come from the Eastern Territory, and I am carrying a dagger, a short sword, 6 throwing axes, and my families battle axe."

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[Mierin]

(Derik)
Ignoring Derik’s wit the guard simply asks "Can you please tell me your real name sir, and where you’re from?" The guard has the look of 'Been there, done that, wasn't impressed, didn't want the t-shirt'

(D’fel)
The guard shakes his head as he replies "Nope, that shouldn’t cause too many problems." Writing down the information, he says "Welcome to Grent, sir. Have a nice stay."

(Dome)
The guard smiles politely at Falbera and replies "Thank you for volunteering the information. Welcome to Grent." The guard writes down her information and lets her pass into the city.

(Kurff)
As you pass by the gates, you see newcomers entering the city, and some stick out more than others. One is apparently being help up by the guards, while the female dwarf and something else, but you're not sure exactly what he is since you've never seen one before.

What are you doing?

[dakota]

Quite surpised by the guard's acceptance, D'fel offered a smile," Thank you, and to you sir." He allowed his tail to just enough that it did not protrude from beneath his robe and he walked through the gate. Naively, he pulled out his beltpurse to check how many coins he had left before he decided whether to seek out a place to spend the night or simply buy his rations and continue on.
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[Renekin Skywalker]

"Oh. Sorry." Derik says, looking taken aback at his failed attempt at humour. "My name is Derik."

[kurff]

He looked over the possibilities of him making any money. The woman (Falbera) looked the best possibility. she'd likely be the better to accept help and be more or less honest, that she had a familiar feel that he could not identify.

"How to approach?" he thought. With that he simply walked up to her pulling his hood back and cleaning up face best he could with a his bandanna.

He was dressed as typical peasant and was a tad messy, but not too messy.

"Ma'am, Do you need a guide or some to help you about the city?" he asked plainly in eastern human. His knowledge of the city and particular contacts were all he had so he may as well employ them.

[Mierin]

(Derik)
The guard nods and replies "Thank you, sir. Where, might I ask, do you hail from?"

(Falbera)
A small boy approaches you and asks you in Eastern Human "Ma'am, Do you need a guide or some to help you about the city?" His knowledge of the city and particular contacts were all he had so he may as well employ them. (kurff)

(Kurr)
You wait quietly as you wait for the female dward (Falbera) to answer.

(D'fel)
No one bothers you, but you do get the feeling you're being watched, though you're not sure if it's because you pulled your belt purse in the open or because the townspeople of the town are simply not used to seeing a creature such as yourself.

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[Renekin Skywalker]

"I am from Tanneth, in the Western Empire." Derik responds calmly.