'The night was dark, stormy too and a strong wind was howling through the trees as the cloaked druid made his was up the path the the foreboding stone structure that marked the main citygate to this the central hub of life in what is known laughably as the protected zone. Rain pattered against the grounded stones all around him singing a tune of grimness and depression that the dark overhang of
the gate chose to amplify. Looking around he saw the guard on duty if you can call him that, a fat overworked underpaid example of what the people had become in this place of safety...raising an arm the druid was allowed to pass into the less than welcoming site of the city, shadowed and cloudy hardly the most welcoming of places but home to many who dare not seek the freedom of the wilds prefering to cower in what is familiar, suddenly warmth came to his frozen feet looking down a local hound had decided the elf's woody exterior made him the local urinal of choice....'

Trelaine stopped and slapped himself in the face before kicking at the dog....

'Whoa whats with the internal monologue' Taking a bottle of his speciality mushroom wine out of a bag he peered into the glass with very dilated eyes...'Maybe a little much during the trip' he stated before poured what was left in the gutter...'Least my feet are warm now' the slightly intoxicated druid staggered off to the familiar haunt of the local tavern to dry out.

isobel wanders back into prodigio and heads for the order.