Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24449631-20140210201328

The smells of specimen and herbs filled the air of the market district. Gunshots could be heared in the distance, people were practising and demonstrating a new kind of rifle. With more bullets than one. Another stand demonstrated a new kind of steel ofr building. He had a huge Orc hammer on it. It didn't budge. Paper birds flew through the streets chased by children, who nearly walked into Veneficus.

"We're almost here."

Rowan took a turn to the old Imperial Prison. Veneficus looked worried. Rowan assured him they were just gonna pass the structure. The city had expanded around the prison. It was known as the lower district. Not nearly as flashy as the market district they had just left. Here one could find Gambling halls and 'other' houses of leisure.

As they ventured down, the smell of Skooma became all the more evident. Rowan breathed it in deeply. The streets weren't as crowded but the people here were a shady bunch. If the Waterfront is where they live, this is where they drink.

A rat passed Rowan's boots.