Dog Moon
Adventurer
Entering the city, you notice that everything is going on as normal in Lecrutia. People are selling their wares on the street. Upon closer look, you notice that some consist of food, some of jewelry, some clothes, etc. The food, for the most part, consists of simple fares. From the breakfast in the Dead Man Walking Inn and Manifest, you get the distinct feeling that there isn't a huge variety of food within the Land of the Dead, or at least not that the common people can afford.
Their fashions consist of everything, from boring, drab outfits, to outlandish costumes. Unsurprisingly, this city has the appearance of people bringing in their own nation's sense of fashion and combining them with the fashions of other nations and what is current.
You come to a building with a sign hanging of the door with words you cannot understand beneath an open book. Standing in the street just far enough to ruin the flow of traffic is a statue of average height. It is of a woman with long hair streaming from a cowled head. Her face, although visible, contains no true features of any sort except lightly indented positions where her eyes should be and a slight bump for a nose. Her figures, although decidedly female, could easily be hidden to become a male had this been a real person. Her clothes are of a nondescript nature, simple leathers.
Assuming this is the place from the directions of the city guard, you enter the building. Inside is but a single room with a small desk. Sitting behind the desk is a slim young man with beautiful feathers resting down his back. His eyes are slanted and his ears hidden by the white hair down to his shoulders. He looks at you with intelligent, light blue eyes as you enter. Sitting in front of him is a thick tome on which rests his hands.
"Yes? How can I help you?" he asks, speaking in Gnome. His eyes slide to Vita. He says something to her that neither of you are able to understand before returning his eyes to you two Gnomes. "I assume you're looking for someone, else you wouldn't be here," he says, returning to Gnome.
Their fashions consist of everything, from boring, drab outfits, to outlandish costumes. Unsurprisingly, this city has the appearance of people bringing in their own nation's sense of fashion and combining them with the fashions of other nations and what is current.
You come to a building with a sign hanging of the door with words you cannot understand beneath an open book. Standing in the street just far enough to ruin the flow of traffic is a statue of average height. It is of a woman with long hair streaming from a cowled head. Her face, although visible, contains no true features of any sort except lightly indented positions where her eyes should be and a slight bump for a nose. Her figures, although decidedly female, could easily be hidden to become a male had this been a real person. Her clothes are of a nondescript nature, simple leathers.
Assuming this is the place from the directions of the city guard, you enter the building. Inside is but a single room with a small desk. Sitting behind the desk is a slim young man with beautiful feathers resting down his back. His eyes are slanted and his ears hidden by the white hair down to his shoulders. He looks at you with intelligent, light blue eyes as you enter. Sitting in front of him is a thick tome on which rests his hands.
"Yes? How can I help you?" he asks, speaking in Gnome. His eyes slide to Vita. He says something to her that neither of you are able to understand before returning his eyes to you two Gnomes. "I assume you're looking for someone, else you wouldn't be here," he says, returning to Gnome.
