Sandaled feet stepped onto the stones of Ul'dah's main street, the sounds of merchants and hawkers mixing with the overpowering smells of incense and chocobo dung. Â Goro fought the urge to wrinkle his nose in disgust as a true warrior wouldn't do that. Â The Dusk Mother would not be bothered by such trivial things.
Taking out his map once again, he traced a path with one sharpened fingernail from where he was to the Adventurer's Guild. Â He needed to register himself into the city before he could apply to the Pugilist's Guild. Â Looking both ways, Goro moved onto the main road and began to walk.
Ul'dah was not like any place he had been before. Â Of course, some parts were familiar, but others felt quite alien. Â In every nook was a stall of goods or a guard, while people milled out doing their business of hurrying with arms full of goods. Â Thankfully with his large and imposing stature, the citizens gave Goro a wide berth as he made his way to his destination.
Climbing the short flight of stairs, he felt the cool mist from the fountain nearby and sighed inwardly. Â Though he didn't mind the heat overall, he did notice his black scales were drying and cracking around the edges. Â Not something to ignore as infections can set in. Â But for now, he pushed open the doors before him, and squinted in the change of lighting within the tavern atmosphere.
Taking out his map once again, he traced a path with one sharpened fingernail from where he was to the Adventurer's Guild. Â He needed to register himself into the city before he could apply to the Pugilist's Guild. Â Looking both ways, Goro moved onto the main road and began to walk.
Ul'dah was not like any place he had been before. Â Of course, some parts were familiar, but others felt quite alien. Â In every nook was a stall of goods or a guard, while people milled out doing their business of hurrying with arms full of goods. Â Thankfully with his large and imposing stature, the citizens gave Goro a wide berth as he made his way to his destination.
Climbing the short flight of stairs, he felt the cool mist from the fountain nearby and sighed inwardly. Â Though he didn't mind the heat overall, he did notice his black scales were drying and cracking around the edges. Â Not something to ignore as infections can set in. Â But for now, he pushed open the doors before him, and squinted in the change of lighting within the tavern atmosphere.
