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Pretty soon Amrea begin to hear a sound traveling on the wind. It sounded like laughter. Her nose also became attuned to the smell of cooking meat and ****.

'There must be some kind of eatery nearby,' she thought. This was good news. Where there were dining establishments, there were lots of people, and where there were lots of people, that was usually a city or settlement of some kind. This was confirmed as she crested the next hill and was greeted with the site of a large walled settlement.

It was larger than she expected. Not quite a town, but definitely larger than a village. From the top of the hill she could see dozens a little lights illuminating the windows of small houses. Scattered amongst these were larger structures. Most likely temples or community buildings. Maybe even a Tavern or two.

What impressed her the most was the wall itself. It was clearly well maintained and she guessed had been here longer than the majority of the town. As she walked down the path, she took notice of three things. The first was the large solid looking wooden gate that the path led to. Obviously, the entrance to the town. She supposed that during normal hours the gate would be wide open, allowing a flow of travelers, tradesman, and townspeople to move in and out. She understood why it was closed now. Even in the more civilized lands of Faerun, the night was still dangerous.

The next thing she noticed was the two-story structure in a small clearing a little ways away from the wall. She initially mistook this for a barn, but soon realized it was the source of the noise and smells she had detected earlier. As she got closer, she saw a sign above the door that said Rosie's Roadhouse. If the sounds inside were any indication, there was quite the lively gathering going on.

The final thing of note she saw was the small gatehouse built into the wall itself. It was located a few feet from the main gate and was really more of a hut. If this place functioned like other walled settlements, there would be a sturdy door that led to the interior of the wall through said gatehouse.

She knew this would be the simplest way in. The gatehouse itself sported a plane wooden door and small window on the exterior. As she approached closer, she felt her hope wane a little as she saw the interior was dark. This seemed odd to her as there should be at least one person always on standby. She knew there would certainly be guards on the wall, but knew they would never allow the gatehouse to go unoccupied.

Upon reaching the gate house, she peered through the window. She saw nothing but a small table and chair inside. The table was littered with a handful of items such as some parchment, a quill, and a spyglass.

Amrea gave a quick look around, and, not knowing what else to do, looked up at the wall. It only took a few moments, but she began to hear the smattering of light conversation coming from the top of the wall. She also now noticed there was a raised area above the gate section of the wall forming a type of roof.

'That would be the guard post,' she thought to herself before shouting "Hello?"

From the top of the wall, the stern face of a middle-aged man suddenly peeked down at her, his face illuminated by the week light of a small lantern he held in one hand. "Who goes there?" He shouted.

"A weary traveler," she replied. "I would like to enter."

"No one comes through the main gate this time of night," he shot back, sounding a little annoyed. "Only one that lets you in now is the man at the gate house."

Now it was her turn to be annoyed. "I've already been to the gatehouse," she retorted, "there's no one in there."

The man quickly disappeared back into the guard section as she heard him ask "Who's supposed to be on duty down there tonight?", to which a younger voice replied, "I think old Harris."

The guards face reappeared above the lip of the wall and he shouted down at her, "The man you're looking for is probably over at the roadhouse. If it's any consolation he's not supposed to be, and I'll make damn sure he gets hell for it tomorrow. But we can't leave this post and he's the only one allowed to open the gate door. Your best bet is to go in there and drag his drunk ass out and get him to open it for you. That's the best I can do." His face the disappeared back into the guard post.

'Well that certainly isn't much,' Amrea thought to herself. She looked over at the roadhouse and the sound of the raucous laughter coming from it made her feel a tad un-easy, although she wasn't sure why.

She then took a few steps back and took a real good look at the wall. It was high and well built, but she had scaled walls that were higher and tougher before. She began to consider that she might be able to save herself some headache and just sneak in. It wasn't her fault the man at the gate house when neglecting his duty. If it was just those two guards on the wall, she should have no problem making it into the town undetected. Whatever she was going to do, she needed to decide now. It was only getting later.