Into the Spice Quarter

Down the Avenue of Ten Thousand scents he went. Once the heart of of the spice trade, now it was the scene of terrible carnage.

Allandals sword flashed as he cut down a pair of Orc mercenaries, their black blood splashing across the cobblestones. Truly the defenders must have been **** if they resorted to hiring such scum. Of course the army of Lord Harzal was no better, being possessed of foul greed and unspeakable depravities...

He continued on his way, Tirrians hooves skidding slightly as he went through a patch of bloody mud. Much slaughter here of the innocent, it made his teeth clench. Were it within his power, he'd cleanse this city of all it's foulness, such was the right path...

What was that? His ears perked up. Shouts and cruel laughter, followed by a scream. A woman's scream....