You arrive at Foskill…

…After a near fortnights worth of riding with whatever guard(s) or companion(s) you had with you (if any at all)—you find yourself passing underneath the gates of the capital city of Foskill. The city had changed much since you were a child, it had grown darker, grittier… or perhaps you had grown wiser, smarter… whatever the case may be, you now sit upon your steed, a question dances across your mind…