The city is a bustle with activity, the sun is high and the time is noon and a constant flow of traders can be seen running up and down the main high street, the yelling of children and the constant banter of people as they hustle and bustle through the street, seeking out the best bargains can be heard.
The slight sound of smashing glasses can be heard for a few moments followed by a few angry yells when suddenly out of one of the taverns, a man was thrown out onto his back, he stood up and dusted down his scruffy rags of clothes and cursed the man whom had just thrown him out before vanishing off into the crowds.
Many creatures of all verities where looking in and out of the stalls, a family of leopard like beast-kin where browsing though the the weapon area, picking out a sling-shot for their young son, his tail twitching in anticipation as his father passed it to him. On the opposite side of the street a group of changelings, bustling in colour and their bodies changing as their light dresses floated in the wind as they floated down the high-street, giggling and telling jokes between the group of them.
The streets where dusty, and the slightest bit of wind down the street would kick up a large amount of dust flowing into the air, glistening in the heat of the sun. Overhead, the sound of laughter can be heard, sat on top of one of the high walls, a group of soldiers where sat, chattering away to each other, a mug of something in each hand and a cigar in the other, one would assume they where on a lunch break. When looking down the high street once more the crowds had hardly taken any notice of your appearance, the continued about their every day lives, fishing though the stalls, arguing, drinking together and laughing. The sky slowly becomes slightly more overcast above you and the sun fades softly to a Gray as you make your way closer to the streets..