The party would part ways as Ferric took his wagon closer towards the huge castle walls. Though oddly enough, it seemed like that just before they would enter the castle walls itself, Ferric took them to an off path. There were less people here and the roads looked less maintained. The stone were worn with grass growing from between. Occasionally you’d spot a stray dog walking by. It was easy to tell that this was obviously a less affluent part of town. Fortunately there wasn’t any trouble as Ferric stopped by a corner.

“And here it is! It’s not much right now, but I paid good money for this spot!” Not too far away was a fairly bustling market bizarre. Already all sorts of vendors were selling food, goods, and textiles, and there were other shops nearby as well. Places to get your clothes washed, someone who made nets, even a stable. It would remind you a lot of an intercity area. Perhaps a bit shady, but a tightknit community. “If there’s a festival going on I better set up quickly! C’mon son, let’s unload our goods.”

As Ferric, Mica, and Buddy unloaded the cart, a few figures approached. Leading them wa a darkskinned dwarf with a full black beard and an axe as huge as himself. There was two halfling with shortbows and shortswords. A burly orcish man with a threatening looking hammer and shield. And finally a tall slender dark elf, wearing their hood up so you could only barely make out their facial features. The dwarf approached with a chuckle. “Well well well! What do we have here?”