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Flame: As Naymond Xinderas made their way to the town center various scents bombarded the hellhounds nostrils everything from fish to frosting blended together into a strange concoction of sweet disgust. When they arrived in the town center they saw a collection of taverns and inns lining the block and at the center was a ruined statue surrounded a small garden a reminder of the civil war that ravaged the area a decade ago.