Emma’s feet ached as she walked into the town square the cracked cobble pathways had made her feet sore from the long journey. The sky seemed dimmer and washed out in this town and the cool air forced the breath from her as she walked. She placed her hands into the pockets of her worn down coat and drew her arms to her side. After a moment she set down her backpack down and leaned her back on one of the buildings surrounding the town square causing the wood beneath her to groan under her weight.

In the distance a pillar sits near the middle of the town square with several towns folk whispering to each other near it, their backs turned to Emma. The buildings on the fringes of the town square seemed to bend over to look into the square. The occasional silhouette could be seen in a window lit with candle light. It seemed the grass that grew in between the cobble was a dulled green and grew to long lengths while thorny roses dotted the perimeter of the square. 

For whatever reason this city had an odd effect on Emma, she seemed more on edge than usual. Perhaps it was the old buildings that seemed to peer into the city streets watching her every move, or it was the townsfolk she had seen with each huddled quietly together and  whispering oddities to one another. 

Sighing she set down her backpack and leaned her back on one of the buildings surrounding the town square causing the wood beneath her to groan under her weight. In the distance she managed to see two townspeople walk into a pub down one of the streets. Shrugging off the cold weather Emma grabbed her backpack from the ground and walked in the direction of the pub.