Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160624221747

The two of you teleport to outside the walled city-state of Whitemarch. Mamono and humans mingle fairly freely, with a bit of a bias towards the human end. Primarily Hostaurs, with Kikimora and other homemaking Mamono are present, and the city guard seems to be made of a split between Centaurs and humans. Though it's a fairly clean city, it is obviously the hub of a rural county. (Think of the hinterlands from Dragon Age Inquisition.)  Nothing looks particularly metropolitan, but everything looks reasonably clean and fairly well crafted.

"We'll make this quick," I say as we pass the portcullis. "The Regent's time is precious.  She's had a lot to deal with recently, and I don't want to wear any favors thin."