The group walks into the city by the well guarded front door. These men doubtlessly perform what they are paid for: Smacking lawbreakers.
Asamadar's streets are made of compacted dirt, and even at those hours of the night, the people has their small stands out, where infinite variety of items can be purchased. Some women dressed in provocative outfits lean on market's walls and other closed buildings. They shoot glances at the male members of the party.
Other women, dressed with heavy tunics also go by, paying no particular attention to anyone, save from the huge Goliath, who seems to be a strange sight in these lands.
Most men and behind a stand trying to sell their products.
In the few minutes that takes the short walk to the palace, the adventurers see the small shops closing, it's owners gathering the products, the planks and pieces of cloths, and departing, presumably to their houses.
As you reach the palace, the nearby buildings shut closed their windows and doors. The slightly cold breeze begins to grow, and the temperature to drop. In the time that took you to get up the palace stairs, the temperature dropped several degrees below zero, and the wind intensified greatly. In a question of minutes, the air is freezing.
Hasted by the sudden climatological change, the adventurers rush inside, once the heavy wooden doors are opened at Ladham command.
The elderly man smiles cheerfully. "I told you about the cold"
He leads the group from corridor to corridor, turning and turning again. After going down a stair, the brawl for hire find a massive wooden and heavily ornamented. The pair of guardsmen standing on each side gave the group a weary look. "They come to see our master Losadar" announces Ladham, and with a wave of his hand, the guards open the door.
This was the only thing the ambassador Shuman was not exagerating about. The room litteraly glittered with golden decorations. The walls are covered with all type of different tapestries, of exquisite design, and the furnitures, of a black smooth wood also shine under the orange light of the candles. There's also a strange scent in the air. The jadite is more used to the scent of sahumerio, an odours paste that burns slowly liberating a nice scent, said to have different properties, depending on the paste composition.
In the middle of the room there are several cushions, over which lies a gorgeous big (by any standard) man. He is dressing a light tunic, and wears the same turban that Shuman ad Ladham. But his feather and ornaments are more luxurious. Fancy, in the bugbear's dictionary.
With a graceful movement, the man stood up, and walked hasty towards the adventurers.
"Come in, come in please." he says smiling "Shuman has told me about you, but you seem more impressive in person I must say." he rubs his hands in expectation, as he studies each of you, as you enter the room. Ladham disappears behind the door, with a long bow.
"I'm Losador, ruler of this humble city." The man introduces himself. "I take that you have been informed on the situation in detail by Shumand and Ladham, but anything you want to know, I'm the one to ask to." he says, waiting on you.