The streets bustled with people and the buildings rose three stories above the street. thatched rooves and mudstone bricks composed this part of town. I pushed myself through the crowd following the bleak ball of light that was the sun. After awhile I had reached my destination. A large inn, nestled between a forge and a cobbler. I checked the contents of my bag to make sure i was ready with everything I needed. Low and behold it was all their.
"One cat, elenfroot map, 50 Gs and currative pixie dust. She'll be pleased i think." I said, stroking Artemis' head. I walked forward opening the door to the inn, hearing the soft hymn of the local trabodaur. I look up at the musician and she stop's playing her song.
"Excuse my good patrons, but i must talk with a friend of mine quickly." she hoped off of her stage and strolled toward me, her short blonde hair, similar to that of a man's, but cleaner, bounced. Her ears protruded over half a foot and were pierced multiple times. Her eyes were a stoney grey and her body the perfect hourglass figure. She was, afterall, an elf. "Hello hello" she said as she reached my table. She leaned over and kissed me lighlty on my cheek. "Did you bring her?"
"I brought her Silla," i said smiling. I opened up my bag and Artemis hopped out.
"ARTY!" Silla yelled as she clutched the cat in her arms with a tight hug. "OH GOODNESS! I haven't seen you in over 6 decades. What have been up to?"
"Exploring mostly." The cat responded.
"She's being hunted by the Magistrate. Apollo's already been taken." I said sourly.
"I see," Silla set down Artemis and then put her hand out. "If you want help you know what i want."
"I have the map and wage right here." I hand her a map to her homeland of Elenfroot and the cost to hire a man crazy enough to try and move through the fog. "We have to get Apollo back from the magistrate."
"you seem to be under the impression that this can be done." Silla unfurrled the map and began to read it.
"If we don't try-" A metal covered hand suddenly slammed against the table causing it to crack. A man in golden armor stood tall with the symbol of the magistrate carved into his chest plate. He leaned in to me and stared hard.
"I don't like it when people start talking about breaking in to the magistrate!"