Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180811044841/@comment-26108027-20180904020452

In the sunlight, the black-pave road is bursting with the hard-shelled monsters. There seem to be different breeds of them, and they range from black to silver to white. There's the occasional brightly-colored one, but they're somewhat rare. There are people everywhere, talking constantly, always on the move. The buildings seem taller, stretching dizzyingly into the sky. The heavens themselves are reflected off of the windows on the top floors.

Ruhiel resists the urge to stop and stare up. She pulls the map she grabbed out of the office from her pocket and opens it. The inn they had stayed in is marked, as well as the police station and the spot where they first emerged.