[u]Cyryl[/u]
[i]Before Cyryl the plains around Brugge stretched out, the forest of Brokilon Northwest of the city, the Yaruga to its South. Autumn had just arrived and the shades of brown and green were complementing eachother. A low sun stretched over the fields where roads slithered over like snakes. Carts, people and cattle crawling over them. More carts than usual, but proportionally less humans than usual.

A group of soldiers in the cities colours were herassing a cart next to the road, its canvas already torn up and various goods spread out in the ditch next to the road. It was rumoured that De Bruuk had as little love for sorceresses and mutants as he felt for the non-humans. 
In front of the gate a line had formed to enter the city, there the small ruckuss just described was repeated tenfold by those waiting to enter the city. Throwing objects at the non-humans, and verbally speeding their departure, or so they seemed to hope. It wasn't a pretty sight, certainly not compared to the rustic countryside.
Time to get moving?[/i]