The gates of the city, made of wood, were wide open, but there were two guards, both human.The gates of the city, made of wood, were wide open, but there were two guards, both human. They eyed her with looks she thought she had left behind when she had left Earth. She checked for the knife she had found on her belt. She drew her cloak closer around her and made her way further into a town that seemed cramped and crammed together. She was passed by four Uncia, dressed in tight-fitting leathers and carrying very long swords. The scene reminded her that she was still on Pendor, and she looked around, identifying Felinzi and Satryls and such around her. She spotted a Tindal, a male, dressed in a dark blue robe with a single star on the back about a handwidth in size. People were giving him a lot of room, and she figured he must be play the role of 'wizard.' That made sense; Tindals had the highest psi-percentage of any Pendorian species. She spotted a sign, carved crudely in wood, of a mug and a plate above a unicorn, and headed for it. The door to what she figured to be a tavern stood ajar, and she pushed it in and peeked around. "Come in, lass, come in!" said a deep voice from within. She looked for the voice and saw an aging Felinzi standing in a corner beside the bar. "'Tis na safe to be standin' outside, not with tha' monstrous new beasts in t'air." "You mean the Dragons?" Kitty said. "Aye. They be huge, and a one attacked me'friend Erik's flock just the mornin'." Kitty stepped in. The place was otherwise deserted. "You a traveller?" the tavern keeper asked. "Yes," Kitty said. "I c'n tell. Y've the boots, and the look. I got t' tell you, though, lass, donna go waving that staff in here. I'll not have magic in here; the last wizard who got t' fightin' in here near burned the place down. |