The town was an amazing thing. He had heard rumors of course, pertaining to the wondrous guild of Sabertooth. It was surrounded by a town, red-roofed buildings carved into the mountainside. He could even see a lake out beyond the town, pristine and blue. Citizens walked around him, pacing about their day-to-day lives as if a town this beautiful was absolutely normal. He was here for a reason though, one that did not include gazing adoringly at the architecture and scenery. He'd love to paint it sometime though. Shaking his head to himself, he continued towards the absolutely massive tree. It was an ancient thing, from what he had heard, sprung forth after divine intervention. Halkoran wasn't exactly sure if that's exactly how things went down, his source being rather unreputable, but it was certainly impressive regardless.
One thing he wasn't sure about though, was how he'd get to the place. He knew that the hall was likely located somewhere near the top of the hill, on which beautiful stone pathways wound. It was a great experience walking up them, during which he ran his hand along the smooth stone rails. While somewhat tiring, the trek up the path had been worth it. From here, he could view most of the city. But now, he was faced with a problem that differed from his aching and muscular legs. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. Staring up from the base of the tree, he wondered.
One thing he wasn't sure about though, was how he'd get to the place. He knew that the hall was likely located somewhere near the top of the hill, on which beautiful stone pathways wound. It was a great experience walking up them, during which he ran his hand along the smooth stone rails. While somewhat tiring, the trek up the path had been worth it. From here, he could view most of the city. But now, he was faced with a problem that differed from his aching and muscular legs. He didn't know what he was supposed to do now. Staring up from the base of the tree, he wondered.