As is often the case with a small town, word of the titan’s fall seems to be spreading quickly. A quiet buzz grows as the town comes to life once more. As you make your way through town, curious onlookers begin to emerge from their homes. Watching the salvage of the soldiers and Titaness.
As you pass the jailhouse, you hear Belaluur angerly yelling at Garundah. Her daughter shouts back that Buff has already healed the wound. Proudly she announces she has her first battle scar. Bela seems less than thrilled.
Walking down Main Street, where most of the fight played out, shopkeepers tentatively unshutter their windows. The baker, a elderly dwarven woman, surveys the damage of the errant spells and the acid to her storefront. She shakes her head disapprovingly with a scowl at your lot as you pass.
Across the street, at the house Titaness crashed through, a dusty looking salvager sifts through the scattered planks. You hear him complaining about a missing hat.
You notice the house at the end of Main Street, has taken at least one hit from the elemental cannon. A large, splintered hole can be seen in the front door. An large, orc animatedly shows off what’s left of his door to his neighbour.
"…let me tell you. Inches away! My bed is nothing but feathers!" The man he’s speaking with, shakes his head and whistles in disbelief. They both look to your beaten and bloody group as you pass and nod their respects.
"Don’t you worry. A door can be fixed!", the orc says with a wave.
At the edge of town, it feels a little quieter. Not as many people are around, however, you do notice a couple of figures looking out at the derelict church. The hideout sits just outside the rest of town. It’s solid, dark brick design contrasts with the thrown together wooden buildings of Salvation Outpost. It shows its age. Several layers of cosmetic changes are evident. Different colours of faded paint and mismatched wooden trim pieces cover areas of the brick. Many of the windows are broken or boarded up. The bell tower surprisingly still has its bell. A small cart sits outside. The mark of the Blades etched on its side. The front doors are massive, at least fifteen feet tall. It’s clear this is where Titaness would have emerged. They appear to have been left wide open in the gang’s haste to respond to the horn’s silent call. A pair of glowing blue eyes peer out from inside the open doors, but quickly vanish at your appearance.
