The night air was chilly, but the city proper was at least kept more regulated due to the moisture traps that helped supply the desert city with regular water. But down in The Sunken Quarter, it wasn’t as orderly. The streets were barely lit, and the night was more cold like the vast desert surrounding the city. Repairs were slow and areas of the city were being built by priority and function. The human residences and the marketplace weren’t that much of a priority for The Rahket.

Rakhan Vraal’s armor clanged and thudded as he walked through the quiet bazaar, his cloak billowing along after him. His intense and piercing gaze observed everything around them. His squad behind him along with the shuffling of the chained mage assigned to one of the men. The mage’s snuffling and sniffing was loud in the street. No one liked seeing a Draahl…especially the humans. Vraal snorts a heated blast of steam from his nostrils as he watches the businesses and the vendors.