Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-27550231-20200217134935

Issac: The well dressed man politely nodded as Amellia told him her story looking over at the woman cleaning up his suit. "And the two guards? I can not possibly believe that you are but a regular merchant if you are being escorted by guards, especially if you made it all the way here."

The blond woman stood up and fixed the man's collar giving Amellia a better look at her. What once appeared to be deep blue eyes now became bright and unusual, her stern expression more mechanical than professional for this was not a human woman but an automata.

Automata: "You are ready."

Man: "I am sorry but I must take my leave for now. I shall see you shortly." The duo walked up the the locked door and knocked, a slot opening and closing followed by the door. The two walked in the door closing behind them and opening several minutes later.

Guard: "The council will see you now."

Flame: The inside of the armor shop was lightly trafficked as the street vendors took most of the attention away from traditional armorers but the locals persisted as most of their business came from the local population and the guards who purchased their own equipment. The blacksmith was an elderly gentleman unphased by the hellhound's monsters size he simply looked up from his book and welcomed the two and invited them to look over his wares.

Hound: Just as it was with Imperia's last visit two guards stood by the entrance of the tower talking to the populace and answering questions to those who approached a much different demeanor than that of the nightwatch. One of the guards caught eye of the two and tapped his partner to attention pointing them out to him the second nodding in agreement confirming their identity. The first guard opened the door yelling something inside before stepping back out to his post and returning to his duty.