The gates opened at the order of the older woman, who turned and descended from the wall to meet us at the gate, while the rest of the humans watched us with wary eyes as we began to make our way into Custodia.
Just like the rest of the cities inside Tragon, Custodia was damaged and ugly in appearance, the squat stone city crumbling slowly and rather empty as we made our way in, no humans lingering around the streets or bustling to and from point a to point b.
The older woman walked towards us, her bear pelt cloak making her thin frame feel even smaller and more fragile, though the heavy mace hanging from her belt had far too much wear to be just for show, meaning that lanky frame was hiding some serious power.
Besides her pelt, the woman had some scaled plate covering her chest as well as some leather bracers and boots, protecting her from attacks somewhat even if it looked haphazardly thrown together.
