The Towered City.

An uncommon name to the denizens of Morgenröte, more popular words resounding in their minds. But to those outside the city, in the farmlands and forests of the continent, it was fitting and was how most knew it by.

It was by that name Damian used as he traveled to this city surrounded by towers, not for the first time questioning his own sanity as he and his pack jostled from a stray stone.

"Mrrph?" A noise came from his pack.

[color=00a651]"Just a small bump, likely a small stone under the wheel."[/color] A hand reached over, rubbing a part of the pack. There was a light huff, movement in the pack before it settled.

"Aye laddie, just a wee stone on the road. Beggan ye pard'n for the jostlin', the cart's been needin' a tune'r along the axel it does." A grizzled voice called from the front as Damian smiled under his hood, goodnaturedly of course.

[color=00a651]"No need for apologies my friend, we can handle a few bumps along the road."[/color] That eared a barking laugh from the driver.

"Aye! That ye can laddie. Ohc me beard you tussled those were-batties but fierce to gettem outta me barn. Rightly inspired me son ye'did." The driver would hear a chuckle.

[color=00a651]"I told you didn't I? You gave me free room and board, and your wife's hot meals were on the house. Handling a few things to help you out was the least I could do."[/color]

"HA! Yur al'ight, lad, despite ye usin' magik, yur al'ight. And huup!" With a pull of the reins the driver halted his beasts and stopped the cart. Seeing it was time Damian grabbed his things before hopping over the side. The wooden cart may have been old, but it was sturdy and strong. Just needed a little greasing on the axel was all.

"And here we be, laddie. Ye sure ye wish to walk'it from 'ere? T'weren't be nothin' to get ye closer?" Long of beard and burly, the driver looked over cursiously of his hooded passenger. Damian could feel that the man was of the good sort but it was easy to tell of the man's wariness for the city. He shook his hooded head.

[color=00a651]"I'll be alright Gea'lim, this is perfect. Besides, the soon you head back the sooner your son can start working on the cart with the new book he just found under his bed."[/color] Seeing the knowing smirk on Damian's face Gea'lim laughed once more, slapping his knee.

"I kne'it! I kne'it that son'o'mine had the inklin' fer engineerin'!" His laughing fit paused when he heard a clank land beside his seat, the sound of jostlin coins easily heard. He picked it up, eyes widening at the weight.

"Ohc laddie! I told ye'dont need be payin' 'othin!" He turned only to see Damian had already started walking ahead. "Lad!"

[color=00a651]"Your son's gonna devour that one book in less than a month's time, there's enough in there to get him started on the next few and for his entrance fee to the machining guild in Oklam's town when he gets older. After that there should be enough in there to get that cow your wife was talking about. Least I could do."[/color] Without another word Damian simply waved a hand over his head and kept walking. Gea'lim, dumbfounded, could only shake his head, securing his new fortune before turning his cart around to head home.

As Damian walked he felt a jostle from his pack.

[color=00a651]"Don't worry, Gea'lim will be fine heading home. Nothing going to attack him."[/color] There was another shift.

[color=00a651]"We won't have to worry about funds, I still have plenty left."[/color] He felt a jab into his back.
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"Oh don't you get sassy with me little missy. Would you rather walk with me?" [/color]The jabbing stopped.

[color=00a651]"That's what I thought. Besides, I can see the gate now."[/color] Coming around a bend in the glade Damian laid eyes on the outer walls of Morgenröte, its tall walls pristine yet sturdy and rugged. Stretching to the sides he could see where they connected to the main towers that the city was known for. Giving a huff of his own Damian trudged forth, face under his hood turning non-plussed.

[color=00a651]"Time to get this over with, maybe then he'll finally stop sending me letters every damn month."[/color] Seeing the line up at the Northern Gate, Damian simply got in line and waited. The line appeared short though, so unless someone tried something the man wouldn't have to wait long...