The Capital

It doesn’t take you long to take in the sight of foskill before making your way deeper into the city, heading directly for the heart of the capital. As you arrive you find yourself dismounting from your horse only for your way to be barred by a large man in leather armour and a steel helm sat neatly on their head.

“What the fuck do you want?”

He smelled like a commoner, spoke like one too but his body language was one of a killer… you could simply answer his question, demand that you be let inside or perhaps befriend this man; killers do often make the most useful allies when it comes to eliminating the competition.

How do you want to do this?