Eldwyn glances reflexively at the sky, trying to gage the time until nightfall. "For some reason this feels even more ominous than our trek across the river."
"This would be much easier if there weren't so many tracks and so many stenches in this area. Finding what you are looking for is much easier beyond city walls," Selvaggio states as he draws both his sickle and his club, this time prepared if they run into danger.
Eldwyn glances reflexively at the sky, trying to gage the time until nightfall. "For some reason this feels even more ominous than our trek across the river."
"Not to me. Crossing a huge expanse of cold, creeping, gurgling, insubstantial, inescapable agonizing slow death on a flimsy piece of wood commanded by an unknown stranger beats the prospect of a dark night anytime. Underground it is always the great night below."
[smallcaps]Second Chapter of the Pool of Radiance campaign[/smallcaps]
1348 DR, Day 5 of Mirtul (spring) - late afternoon
Once through the gate, the adventurers enter the slum disctrict. The area beyond the wall, where the poor and homeless have made camp, still close enough to the human settlement to be somewhat safe. Beggars in rugs have sought shelter under collapsed rooftops and the misfits and outcasts have settled here as well. With curious eyes they look upon the intruders, but the weapons they carry are enough to keep them away.
During the ancient times, the ruined buildings cannot have been more than lower class residences, but during the decades the district went further downhill. There is not much of worth here, surely the reason why the bands of humanoids said to live in the old city do not bother the inhabitants of this area, or at least not regularily.
Eyes are upon them, as they stride through the winding lanes and crooked alleyways, the adventurers feel them on their backs. Here and there a dark figure quickly vanishes into the shadows as they come closer.