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[hafrogman]

Kylest found himself at the gates of Narovan as the sun was dipping lower towards the horizon. Sunsets still amazed him, one of many new things he had discovered on his trip from Stonheim. He'd quickly realized that he had left the caverns with nothing to his name but the armor and weapons from the pit. They were useful enough in their own right, but not good to eat. Going back to the orcs to beg for food was not an option. But amidst all the new sensations assailing him, Kylest found hunger to be almost welcome for its familiarity.

Once in the lowlands he managed to learn enough about scavenging food to stave of starvation. And a chance encounter with a foolish bandit provided some clothing, supplies, and even a handful of coins.

But it was the sight of Narovan's sprawl in the distance that finally gave him a destination. He didn't know what it was about the human city, but a tickling in his mind drove him forward. Something to do with the dreams he'd been having, perhaps?

The open streets of the city were strange, but the cobbled streets felt reassuring under his feet as he found himself directed to a small inn. Uncertainly, he opened the door and found himself welcomed by the innkeeper. The human seemed more certain of thing than Kylest had lately. And so he numbly handed over the requested coins and found himself a patron of the Crookside Inn.

He nods a wary greeting to the humans at the bar, and finds himself a place to sleep for the evening. But excited energy still buzzes in his head, and he does not feel ready for rest.