Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161211044746

"Bah, forget about Armata for now. Let's get going, I need a drink." I mount my horse while Samia scooches to the rear of the saddle. She wraps her arms around my waist while I situate myself. With a small spurring Mitternact begins to trot toward the city. I pull out a small cigar and strike a match on the steel plate of my left leather guantlet. With my cigar lit I flick the match into the snow and let out a long chain of smoke. The gatehouse sits wide open as folks and merchants head in and out of the city, guards giving small salutes and nods of recognition as I pass.

Entering into the city the air is heavy with the scent of wood fires and cooking meat. Fire bowls in specific locations serve as warming stations for people out and about. The houses are made of tan bricks and dark wood, all tightly packed. Every single home has smoke coming from the chimneys. As we enter the town square people wave and call out.

"Hey Marcus!" A young Yeti shouts while holding her daughter's hand. A guard approaches our group as we pass through.

"A Jaghund, how you doin today?" He asks while walking alongside my horse.

"Da, not too bad Haus. Much better now that I'm home." I reply keeping my eyes forward.

"I'll bet, you look like you went toe to toe with a bunch of Dragons. Anyways, glad you're back in one piece." Haus returns to his post. Working our through the hustle of people. Women both human and monster wave and giggle at Ibrahim, blushing when he looks their way. Small children playing in the snow stop and awe at the giant Praetor.