<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The city of Rin. A trading outpost on the eastern side of the Ethereal Mountains, the last one on the way through Saint's Pass to the human territory. The largest trading city in all of Athre. Although it is technically in Farel territory, the city is home to plenty Humans, Elves and occasionally a Hellian or Diligos. The city stretches for miles in each direction, hugging closely to the mountain base.  Only the outer edges of the city is farmland which surrounds the residential areas, and at the center of the city lies the constantly bustling city streets lined with shops, taverns, inns, businesses of every shape and size, entertainment, and many other unique exchanges only found here in Rin. New caravan shipments arrive everyday just before dawn from both Saint's Pass and from the Riksaw rivers from all the nations. <br/><br/>The market place was as crowded as ever, many merchants calling out their cheapest deals and best prices. Peoples of all nations bustled about busily trying to get from one place to another. Customers spoke loudly trying to strike a compromise. <span style="color: #80FF80">"I'll buy them all for 500 spinnets!"</span> An elderly human gestured to a case of assorted vials. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Five hundred spinnets! That's not even worth 300 deds!"</span> The farel badger shopkeeper slammed his fist on the wooden bench. Much more excitement rumbled on down the street where the newest human vehicles were being showcased. The tower of steam was clearly visible from anywhere in the crowd. <br/><br/>Taller than most of the wide variety of creatures in the streets, a hooded figure made its way through the busy market. His piercing golden reptilian eyes scanned the crowd from behind the hood. He gently pushed his way through the crowd, snarling at the occasional passersby who would shove their elbow into his side. A partially filled sack hung over his arched back. An unusual, but on unseen scaled snout stuck out from under the hood, opaque dusty scales barely glimmered in the midday sun that peeked through the ragged cloth awnings of the street. Becoming very irritated with the crowd, the figure made an effort to move quicker in the direction of the towering mountains. His tail drew upward from under his cloak rising above some of the shorter people. He leaned forward and when a space was made momentarily vacant before him he lunged into a side alleyway with a much lesser concentration of people. He worked his way from one alley to another with fluid motions. He finally found himself on a much more vacant street. Carts towed by wild oxen occasionally traveled by. The figure crossed the street and approached a wall of an inn by the name of Hanna's Night Inn. He leaped towards the adobe brick surface and scampered up the wall three stories and onto a balcony. From there he tossed his pack into the curtain covered doorway and removed his hood in the shade of the balcony above him. He sat back on his haunches and leaned forward against the wooden railing looking out away from the mountains and across the lower city which faded eventually into light woods. It was still late afternoon and the air was warm and filled with the ambient city noise.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sir Gelden,"</span> A voice came from behind the curtain and a young squirrel boy emerged. <span style="color: #FF8000">"I was told to deliver this letter as soon as you returned. It arrived this morning.</span> Gelden, the towering reptile took the letter in his talon tipped fingers and nodded to the small boy who promptly left.</span>