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[b]Cɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ Tʜᴏʀɪɴ [Cɪᴛʏ Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs],[/b] Sᴏᴍᴇ Dᴀʏs Aɢᴏ[/center]

[indent]For most of Pariah’s denizens the City of Thorinn was one of the last of the major cities in the known kingdom, sitting on the edge of Thoros, the spiraling riverbed that made up the natural border between the unknown and civilization. Sitting as one of the several outposts that persisted on the edge of the nation that every man, woman, and child called home—[b]The Kingdom of Aetheria[/b]. That said, despite Thorinn’s stature and status it wasn’t truthfully a place anyone could call small. That much was supported by the census office and their citation claiming that the city held an estimated population of one hundred and eighty thousand denizens in total. 

But despite Thorinn’s capaciousness it did not afford it the absolute safety from the threats of the world at large outside of a comfortable shelter from the stray monster and usual collection of nomadic raiders and bandits. The city would most certainly have a challenging time defending itself had an abyssal or colossal creature made a venture out of destroying the city. And if a [i]dungeon[/i] erupted from the earth nearby? The city would’ve needed [i]dire[/i] help in that case. And as much as the residents of the kingdom didn’t [i]like[/i] relying on the strangers from beyond the veil—those wayfarers, drifters, and outsiders had been the only ones to be able to stop the phenomena that had begun only a few months before their much needed appearance. 

It would be fitting that in only a few days the people of Thorinn would realize this when a structure appeared nearby; standing suddenly in the forests that overlooked the city itself like a threatening beacon and declaration of war. It wouldn’t take long for monsters to start appearing. It would be up to the good will of the outsiders and the city’s Guild of Acquisitions to save them from a potential horde.

They had no other choice.[/indent]
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[indent][color=A84B5E][i]Man, I hate coming to Thorinn. It’s such a boring shithole.[/i][/color]

Rael xiel Vauxdvihl shuffled her hands in her longcoat’s pockets, an unimpressed frown present on her lips as she took her first steps into the city. It was no secret that she wasn’t a fan of Thorinn and the city (or more accurate, it’s residents) didn’t care for the red-haired collector. But she had never done anything [i]illegal[/i] so it wasn’t like she was going to have a problem walking through the streets and even if she [i]had[/i] it was no secret with the appearance of a dungeon that her presence was [i]needed[/i]—but then again there were plenty other “outsiders” who could’ve joined the fray.

As she walked forward, the red-haired woman tried to remember the specifics of the design of the city; which roads led to where and what the important places of interest generally were. Presuming her memory was being useful for once and serving her well, Rael recalled that the city’s guild of acquisitions was to the left of the town square, next to her favorite innhouse and tavern, The Lying Wolverine—which possibly was the only place in Thorinn that she liked and didn’t receive the impression she wasn’t wanted. 

[color=A84B5E][i]You pawn off something sacred and everyone thinks you are literally a demon, I swear. Bunch of Drox-affiliated crybabies.[/i][/color]

Rael continued down the road, passing by a small market vendor selling off assorted fruit, wondering who exactly was taking lead in terms of her fellow “outsiders” on this to-be dungeon raid. She hoped it wasn’t anyone that was a pain in her ass.[/indent]