Old Fezziwig
a man builds a city with banks and cathedrals
Cazanjan looks at Dox, eyebrows raised. "Um, I'm sure we'll be able to find a Gatekeeper without going to the seedier parts of the town. Not that we don't want to go there eventually, but finding a Gatekeeper should be the least of our problems. And not one we wish to compound by going to the more dangerous sections of town." The dwarf takes a pull off his drink (whatever he had at dinner). 'That damn group?' What was that about?