Town, of course.

Though the trek takes some time, it is by no means unenjoyable. Breathing in fresh air, with nature abound, for a while you are at peace. There isn't an ache in your body, especially not your feet. That was such a good purchase.

Before long you stand in front of the town, an open gate in a wall of stone bricks just ahead. A well kept wooden sign swings lightly in the breeze, reading; "Sinnmeyer". Guards in heavy armor stand on either side of the gate, halberds at the ready. You walk inside, casting your gaze over the large town. Everything one would expect of a medieval fantasy town was here. Stables, a smith, a potion shop, general store, the barracks, so on so forth. That isn't to say its lacking in creativity or uniqueness, if anything the expected buildings create an interesting dichotomy with the abundant dark alleys and suspicious unmarked buildings.

You decide to just take a walk through the town looking at all the goings-on, walking on the stone pathways. The stable has no regular horses, rather, centaurs showing off all their parts without a care in the world. Puffy horse anuses and pussy lips where expected, though they still have human bits in the proper places as well.

The Smith is run by a woman with bovine features, a minotaur if you had to guess. Legs covered in fur ending in hooves, a thin tail and horns sticking out of her head. She's quite tall and well muscled, something you can see quite clearly as she's wearing nothing but a forge apron, her whole body slick with sweat. A very prominent bulge made itself known against her apron as she slammed a piece of metal into shape.

Walking past the tavern, you were about to go inside when the smell made its way into your nose. The overpowering smell of cum, piss, vomit and every other bodily function overlayed by booze. You are definitely not sleeping in there.

You are about to end your trip taking a look at the general store when you feel a heavy, armored hand on your shoulder. Quickly turning around you look up to see the face of an orc woman, a rugged beauty about her. Small tusks protrude from her bottom jaw, with short, burning red hair. She has a look of irritation on her face, and expressed that in her voice as well.

"I haven't seen you around before. I'm the captain of the guard here in Sinnmeyer. Any funny business and I'll make you wish the bandits got to you first." She accentuates her words with a growl while placing a hand on her truly massive codpiece.

She gives you one last glare before stomping off. You can only stare at her back and shrug before walking off yourself.

You end up walking into the general shop, though it feels more like a modern day convenience store with a medieval paint job. Various products line the wooden shelves, with different aisles. The only thing of interest is the... cashier? Owner? She looked to be human but is rather short and unvoluptous, at least by the standards of this place. Once again you shrug before leaving.

You pass by a few more buildings of note, including a library and bookstore, the potion shop, a magic store and a guild house. Its close to sunset though you don't feel remotely tired. There is plenty of opportunities though you have a hard time picking one to pursue.