TURN 1: WELCOME TO TARANTIA
It is morning, and the mist of Aquilonia is light. This spring has been a wet one, promising a good harvest and strong soldiers. An eagle is seen flying on the right side of the sun's gaze, a good omen to the traveller. In the distance one could see the crown Jewel of the West, Tarantia, capital of beautiful Aquilonia.
Hither we meet Drest and Grun, two companions on horseback trotting at a leisuring pace, viewing the beauties of the land. And whilst it was distinguishable that these two were companions, and were hardened on the road, they were very different indeed.
Here is Drest, a built Pict from the further west. He handles himself a battle axe which has been rusted with blood of some wolves. He wears their hides upon his shoulders and breast, and as gauntlets and leggings. He has a gruff demeanor, and looks toward the city with destination in mind.
Yet here also is Grun, a small Zingaran who carries a bow and a quiver filled with arrows. He wears a mustache that is very popular from his homeland, and dons a leather armor built to his quick stature. Sweat upon his ebony brow, excitement fills his body as he guises at the city with adventure at heart.
"By Ishtar, I'm going to see Tarantia! I'm ready for some fun!" Grun yells as he begins to gallop his horse. Drest follows suite, staying silent for now. It's is almost midday, and our travelers reach the city. The find a tavern, an armory, a shrine to Dagon, and a flea-market.
What do you do?