Fenras laid in the caravan still. His shirt hung down on his waist, with his boots off at his side. When he awoke, he covered his face from the sun and sat up. "[b][i]Here we are, Master Elf. This is Shalodud. I'm sorry we could not take you any further on your journey. Hopefully we have paid our debt to you.[/b][/i]" The Caravan Master stopped somewhere in the city streets, near the Town Center. "[b]Thank you, but I will be fine on the rest of the journey. You've done more than enough for me. Good luck on your travels.[/b]" Fenras said, pulling up his shirt only enough to cover the bandages wrapped around his body and any bare skin, but kept it loose enough to give him breathing room. With a wave, the Caravan Master was off, leaving Fenras in the city by himself.

"[b]Well...I suppose this is where I start.[/b]" Sighing out, he began to walk, inspecting the cities architecture, culture, and people. Some of them gave him nasty looks, but it didn't seem all bad. As he approached the Town Center, he began to notice a large crowd. Unable to get a good look, he looked around for a ladder, and found one conveniently laid upon the side of a building. Climbing up, he sat down on the roof to investigate the ruckus.