Jun 12, 2020 2:21 am
You head out the following morning and find that Nulb isn't actually so far away. The village of Nulb is filthy, ramshackle, and still fairly active despite the destruction of the Temple. The buildings are of turf, mud brick, crudely hewn logs, and old timbers from boats. One or two have stone foundations and proper boards, but even these are in need of repair.
You stand at a rickety bridge leading over a small creek. There are many ramshackle buildings, but the nearest to the bridge appears that it's an inn of some kind. There's a sign outside of the door, but the image on it is so faded as to be unreadable. It is nearing night time and you can hear a rowdy crowd within as well as the clink of glasses and shouts of orders for more booze.
You stand at a rickety bridge leading over a small creek. There are many ramshackle buildings, but the nearest to the bridge appears that it's an inn of some kind. There's a sign outside of the door, but the image on it is so faded as to be unreadable. It is nearing night time and you can hear a rowdy crowd within as well as the clink of glasses and shouts of orders for more booze.