Enter The Palace

Eccar, Mark, Selene, Thorne, and Kaela moved steadily through the streets, their boots stepping in the stone roads with each determined step. All around them, the citizens of Qomore paused in their daily routines to glance their way. Their eyes lingered on them with curious and cautious looks, some even wary.

It wasn't hard to see why. From their armor and weapons it was clear they were adventurers, but it was the state they were in that drew the longest stares.

Their cloaks were dusty and frayed at the edges, their armor bore fresh scratches, dents, blood and any other organic substance. And their stern and hardened face carried the unmistakable weight of a long and grueling journey.

Even children tugged at their mothers' sleeves, pointing quietly at the battle-worn group as they passed.

Mark, feeling the growing attention, leaned in and whispered to his companions, "Let's move quickly. No need to draw more eyes."