Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728030357

Hound climbs out and finishes brushing his coat off; an easy task in the warm, dry air. The sun barely glints over the buildings as people go about their tasks. Despite the obvious winding down of the day, the activity doesn't seem to slow down.

The town is a good size, but many of the buildings seem old. They are packed with people regardless; vendors selling their wares, animal caravans idly passing time as their owners and guards rest nearby. Broken structures are still inhabited,  their walls and ceilings patched with poles and tapestries. Silk banners billow in the constant breeze, competing with the towering palm trees.

Desert Mamono are here, but not as numerous as the human population. The Apophis lazily goes about her business, chatting with a Lamia companion; several muscular, stern-eyed Anubis guard a richly hung wagon, a well-dressed human boy standing beside them. The sound of who is sure to be a Gandharva wafts through the air, a comforting sound in a harsh place.

There are any number of places Hound could go. There are also places he would be well to avoid...