You leave the Silver Stag and head out towards the Castle Ward. At this point the hustle and bustle of the city feels almost quaint. Despite the craziness that had happened just a few days prior, everyone was going about their business. Aside from the occasional odd stare no one would bother you as you arrive to the Castle Ward. Unlike the market place which was adorn with all sorts of home-made ornaments and decorations, the Castle Ward was clean and had very uniform banners, flags, and paintings on it's walls depicting the duke and his accomplishments. There were some artists still at work, guarded by a few of the knightly looking sentries.

Eventually you'd find a bookstore called [i]Under The Sun[/i], with the tagline "We have every book". Despite how small it was, it was filled with books and neatly organized. Each wall had bookshelves with metal plaques labeling their genre, and a table with stacks of books that looked notably more aged and used compared to the newer ones on the walls. Another thing you may notice was the price: Almost no book here was worth less than 100 GP. As you peruse, a young man walks from around the door in the back. He wears a clean white tunic underneath a beige apron with ink stains on it. "Hello! Welcome to Under The Sun, I'm Tuscon, owner and scribe. Is there anything I can help you look for?"