“Ha ha! That’s what the city of Gransys is known for! In ages ago, the name Gransys meant ‘Grand Blade’. It was here long before anyone settled here, said to be a relic of the primordial gods. Made of some mysterious metal that so far no one has been able to crack, though occasionally a bit would fall every few years small enough for master smiths to try and process.” Ferric explained as they came closer. As they did the group would see more people, loggers and workers, going about their daily business. Horse mounted guardsmen patrolled the area to ensure all was right. In the distance you could see a few guardsmen burning the body of some sort of huge creature, possibly an ogre.

Notably as you approached the city proper, there seemed to be quite a bit of hustle and bustle as the smell of cooking foods and wood wafted through the air. People were hanging up decorations and setting up booths as well. “Hmm. Looks like they’re setting up some sort of festival. Strange.” Andras said. Soon they would arrive to a sort of gate where there were two guards standing by checking travelers and carts coming through. Seeing this Shortfang notable tried to hide himself, wrapping himself up in his cloak to look like a sack before the guards came over. They questioned everyone with a few basic things. Soon it’s be your turn.

“Hello hello. Name, occupation, and purpose please.”