Arkham's Streets

[Chiro]

The streets of Arkham bustle with the usual suspects. People on their way to and from. Small animals scurrying around for scraps and each other to eat. Merchants and entertainers competing for customers. Today a strange oddity would appear in the form of a confused traveler.

A centaur stumbled down the street as he searched a bag at his side. He mumbled, “Where is it... where is it, here we go,” and pulled out a thick tome. The centaur stopped, stepped off to the side, and began to intently examine the book labeled, Arkham: a history. “Where to start...”

[zer056]

As the centaur read a stranger wearing a black cloak walked by and into the nearet bar. As he entered he took off the cloak to reveal himself. He was a humanoid half-elf who wore full leather armor and weilded a scimitar and longbow. He sat down at the bar and asked for the strongest ale they had. He looked weak and worn from travell.

As he sat a strange woman came to him and asked him to remove his blade from the sheath so she could gaze upon in. In response he asked the simple question of why she was curious of it. She gave no reply but insisted again and he inturn removed it out of its sheath and she stared in awe of the encrested gems.