As you passed through the gates of the city, it left an indelible mark on the party. The color infused silk of the aristocrats mixed with the scent of the paupers. A shrill voice pierced the noise of the marketplace.

“Life. How do we measure it’s worth? Is it in time? Hours, minutes, seconds? Precious moments?”

The crowd murmured in moderately confused silence.

“NO!” The shrill voice rises again.

“We measure it in copper, silver and gold!” to the roar of the crowd.

“LIfe is priceless, but, a few strikes can be had for gold, who will strike this man” The man attached to the shrill voice points a disfigured finger towards a man covered in more chains than clothing.

Welcome to The Barrens.


An Unrequested Gift Seanachai Seanachai