[color=5ec4b3][center][h2]Kagan Galegar[/h2][sub]Kinner of The High Chruch of Krenta 
Interacting with: Ehkota of the Royal Family of Drakka [@Ellion][/sub][/center][/color]

Železna Kri was barely three days walk from Jerun, but it always surprised Kagan how stark a contrast there was between the two cities. Železna Kri roared with life, men and women (and Gems, if one were to consider those people) hurriedly pushing past one another with only muffled obscenities and the occasional clacking of horns to signal they were even aware of the horde that surrounded them. The air of the city seem to weigh on everyone, heavy and wet with the stench of sweat, blood from battles long forgotten, and...sexual musk. Though Kagan would wager that last one was a more recent addition, and an unwelcome one if his nose had anything to say on the matter.

Jerun, meanwhile, was barely a whisper by comparison. It was by no means small, its proximity to the capital had assured its impressive growth, but it was less densely contained. A hide away of the middling classes, who could afford the greater luxury of privacy he supposed. A cramped apartment style home, as seemed common here, would seem almost quaint among the sea of gothic stone spires in Jerun. Conversely, gardens (however small), seemed to be exclusive to the wealthiest among the city and Kagan found himself longing to see even the smallest hit of green, if only to break up the miasma of brown rock that was this town. 

There were only two things that could ever make Kagan consider living in Železna Kri permanently. First and formost as the local temple to Krenta, a tall white spire of alabaster graffiti-ed with reliefs to the death god and his followers. And, more importantly, a maze of tombs and catacombs holding the remains of some of the greatest men in Drakka's history below.

Second was the food. Jerun was a Drakken city, through and through. Its meals simple, filling, and with little else behind them. But in Železna Kri food from the Gemminite's flowed more freely than its women. Rich vegetable broths, flavorful greens and spice meats were just a few things Kagan justly held in far higher regard than the women who would cook them. Tea, in particular, had struck a harmonious cord with him. Most Drakken wouldn't piss in a kettle for the stuff, it either being too sweet or subtle for their palates. But for Kagan, it was a guilty pleasure, and he made it a point to stock up on his rare ventures into the town.

And so he sat in a small cafe, mercifully freed from the foot traffic and pack now heavy with freshly bought herbs. He sips his drink enjoying the soft lemon like flavor (not that he had much context of what a lemon was meant to taste like), patiently waiting on his meeting. He attempted not to dwell on why a Prince of all people needed to met him, but the idea of losing his tithe to a technicality was worrying. 


[hider=Summary] Kagan complains via medium of narration about Železna Kri and its few benefits, namely food and a lovely temple. He sits in a small cafe avoided by Drakken whilst waiting for Prince Ehkota so they may have a meeting about the tithe owed to him.[/hider]