(Ok adwarf.)
The cities gates loom before the four travelers. The dry desert winds whipped against their clothes, and biting their skin. The huge iron gates slowly open, and the four mercenaries hop back onto the caravan.
The caravan they were guarding left from Odlenburg three weeks ago, stopping by at many cities to trade their goods. Eventually, they reached their final destination, the desert city of Sachsbak. The desert city soared high into the air, built upon a huge rock jutting from the bedrock below. The city is home to tens of thousands of people, from merchants, to mercenaries, to nobles, to factory workers, most could find a place to hide or work in the bustling city.
The caravan was received well by the populace. The city had a water shortage, and their under ground crops suffered for it. The caravan was carrying tons of food in its thirty covered wagons. The trip had been largely uneventful, the most trouble the caravan had gotten in where a few bar fights, and some missing persons, who were found not long after they were reported missing.
The caravan pulled into the market, and the lead merchant started dealing out goods. This didn't really interest the mercenaries, so they sat around, not really doing anything. Before long, a message boy told them to report to the caravan head for something. They followed him, to the had wagon, and entered.
The caravan head is a disgustingly fat man from the northern areas of the known world. He's a rather likable guy, but sometimes, he just says to much too quickly, and in a weird way. His accent doesn't help much either. As he starts talking, and the four mercenaries can barely make out what he's saying over the racket outside.
"Ah, my fine guards. There is a little... problem. I can't get you your pay until the merchant is finished his trading. Don't... don't be mad, you will get your pay, but probably not today. You have a little time to settle into the city, because it may be awhile until the merchant is finished, as we still have quite a lot of goods. Make yourselves useful to the people of the city. Gods above know they need it. I don't know where you'll be able to find work, my best guess would be the Axe and Beard, which is not too far from here."
He smiles, and dismisses the group with a hand wave, and another guard opens the door behind them.
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