The Sergeant of the Guard, Kolton, told Sumia "Certainly, my lady." He pointed down the winding road leading towards Hulburg. "The Orphans will be near the eastern side of town, round about the 5th street north of the dock area." he told her, giving her a respectful nod. 

The Duergar stalked away, giving the others a measuring glance as if to gauge their worth one last time, before his stout footsteps led him down the hill without another word. His Black dagger's ornate hilts were a stark contrast to his otherwise utlitarian and functional outfit. That is...until he was challenged by Joric the Shield Dwarf to a drinking contest. Another glare was thrown at Joric, before the Deep Dwarf snorted. "Aye, why not." he said, motioning him to come forward with him. 

"I can't tell if they'll be fast friends or if they'll kill one another." the Spellsword said, hands in his pockets as he shook his head. Without further ado, he strode forward with Darius and Dhyannah. "Drinks sound fair," he replied with a grin. "I'm Arden, by the way. The old man didn't quite allow us to introduce ourselves within so..."

The Companions made their way down to the Troll & Tankard, through the winding road and into the northern edge of the town proper, where only a sparse few buildings and outposts were set. The famous Tavern was for country folk just as much as it was for those in the inner city. Inside, it was much warmer than the chill wind of the outdoors. The windows bled sunlight, and the lamps lit kept the common room shining at all corners. 

Modest men and women of Hulburg dotted the Tavern, though seeing as it was only early afternoon, there was a very small amount of hard drinkers save a table filled with Dwarven workers on their break. The table next to them was where Joric and the Deurgar. A buxom blonde woman shimmied over to the two Dwarves and asked what they would be having. The table was large enough for all of them, though the Dwarves sat at the end so as to keep their contest to themselves. Across from them, the other table full of Dwarves gaped at one of their own about to drink with a Duergar. 

In the corner, a lady Half Elf bard played a merry tune as Arden, Darius, and Dhyannah made their way in. The young man plopped down two seats from Joric, hailing the woman for an Ale and eyeing the tavern as if looking for an ample opportunity. For what? No one could guess. 

Meanwhile, Sumia the Paladin went further south than they, heading down the central road. Businesses such as manufacturing outfits, shops of all kinds, smaller food taverns, general goods, and finally a smithy showed up. Around her, she could see perhaps one Half Elf or two, but mainly the population was human, with fair skin and brownish hair for the most part. There were a few Dwarven workers here and there, using their great strength to haul heavy sacks. The Smithy was an open shop, and a hammer ringing on metal be could be heard from within. [@IcePezz][@Not Fishing][@Ezmeralda]