He trudged through the empty streets where the only light cast came streaming through shuttered windows and the flickering lamplight of the little boy leading him to the meeting place. 

He wasn't from the city as anyone that looked could plainly tell, as the heavy footfalls and looming frame decorated with animal furs suggested this behemoth of a man was from less civilized lands. 

However the half-orc worried little about the stigma he was accustomed to as the lack of citizenry in the dark streets made his journey all the quicker still, but he could feel that it wasn't under the best circumstances that civilians were shuttering themselves in their abodes. 

It wasn't hard to guess why as the world outside the city had fallen to ruins, it was only a matter of time before this last bastion of civilization would too crumble before the encroaching hordes of monsters. Skjal knew it all too well as he had travelled through that hell to get here where eventually caught wind of some caravan planning to traverse the godforsaken  lands outside the city walls.