Re: Burova, the Capital in Darkness
Temnir nods slowly and, still reluctant to turn his back on the man, motions for him to go first before looking to Kuldar. "Lead the way to the inn."
The walk doesn't take long and the scenery doesn't change. Still the citizens of the capital city shy away from the group, still the filth and decay of the city is prevalent, a fact that doesn't exclude the inn they are led to by the bard though it seems to be in better shape than many of the other building around it, being one of the three standing buildings in a series of collapsed structures. There is a pole that seemed to at one point have the sign for the establishment hanging on it but all that's left now is two broken chains, likely the case of thieves or vandals; the group would hardly be surprised. Down the street, the docks are visible but also a more alarming feature; it seems the water has flooded a good portion of the city, water flooding the streets no more than a hundred feet down the road. Putting all other concerns other than getting out of the rain and resting their feet, the group enters Daruin's Last Resort.
Inside, they are neither greeted nor served but instead have to seat themselves in the empty common room and it is only after five minutes of uncomfortable silence that a thin and dirty man, hairline slightly receded, with a sickly look to him comes out. "Welcome esteemed customers. I'm Sven, the owner. Can I offer you rooms and...food?" he says in a way that just screams that he's dead inside and he was doing this simply out of habit. The pause before food was so that he could swallow the grumbling in his own stomach before it made itself known.