Aaaaand that had lowered their spirits again. If that was Joachim, he was obviously not having a good time. They had then made their way to the town of Caulkins. It was a cramped, dark-looking town by the river side, squashed between the river bank and a high cliff with overhanging trees and foliage. There was one main road that went downhill one end and uphill the other, depending on which direction one entered the town from, of course. The wooden buildings were characterised by high sloped roofs with dark, mahogany tiles. Handy wasn’t sure about the practicality of that, but hey, wasn’t his town.