[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
"I thought those idiots said this would be a town," Grimm muttered beneath his helm as he surveyed the area. "This place is a dump."
His words were annoyed, but they carried disappointment. He had expected little—after the state of the plains, anything resembling civilization would have been a mercy—but even that expectation had not prepared him for this.
The town was large. Uncomfortably so. Larger than a place in this condition had any right to be.
Age clung to everything.
Stone walls sagged inward, mortar had darkened into something closer to rot than any kind of stonework, cracked and crumbling. Towers rose where watchfulness perhaps mattered once, but now they leaned just slightly. Banners still hung in places, though whatever symbols or colors they had once borne had long since faded into meaningless stains.
