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<blockquote data-quote="Halford" data-source="post: 4556656" data-attributes="member: 64844">It does not take long for the group to arrive at the Glasston's austere town house.&nbsp; The neighbourhood reeks of understated wealth, with watch patrols clearly visible and carriages sitting outside many of the buildings waiting on their wealthy occupants.&nbsp; Even the cobbles here are more refined, not the jumbled mess of Cobblestop, but rank after rank of perfectly aligned identical stone elipses.&nbsp;The Glasston residence is subtly larger than the neighbouring properties, as if its superiority must be demonstrated, but not in a vulgar uncouth manner.&nbsp; A large stone stairway leads up to a large oaken door with an ornate iron slot in its center - through which the occupants might review the pedigree of prospective guests - and a door knocker held in the mouth of an imposing black iron eagle.&nbsp;As the group exits their carriage they are subjected to the suspicious gazes of a number of guardsmen, and upon reaching the top of the steps the slat slides open revealing a heavy mess grill through which they can just make out a pair of eyes surrounded by pale splotched skin observing them.&nbsp;&quot;Hand hyou are?&quot; Comes a voice dripping with pomposity.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Halford, post: 4556656, member: 64844"] It does not take long for the group to arrive at the Glasston's austere town house. The neighbourhood reeks of understated wealth, with watch patrols clearly visible and carriages sitting outside many of the buildings waiting on their wealthy occupants. Even the cobbles here are more refined, not the jumbled mess of Cobblestop, but rank after rank of perfectly aligned identical stone elipses. The Glasston residence is subtly larger than the neighbouring properties, as if its superiority must be demonstrated, but not in a vulgar uncouth manner. A large stone stairway leads up to a large oaken door with an ornate iron slot in its center - through which the occupants might review the pedigree of prospective guests - and a door knocker held in the mouth of an imposing black iron eagle. As the group exits their carriage they are subjected to the suspicious gazes of a number of guardsmen, and upon reaching the top of the steps the slat slides open revealing a heavy mess grill through which they can just make out a pair of eyes surrounded by pale splotched skin observing them. [COLOR=sienna]"Hand hyou are?"[/COLOR] Comes a voice dripping with pomposity. [/QUOTE]

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