The doors open to the scathing sunlight and the noise and stink of a large city.<br/>The door opens onto a terrace, with stairs heading downward into a wide market with a variety of large, fancy buildings: temples, towers, villas, and the like, facing towards it... a market bustling with a multitude of merchants and beggars, though the crowds are keeping a wide berth from this building.<br/><br/>There seems to be some kind of confrontation going on. Several city guardsmen are wrangling with the fleeing goblin servants, and a handful of feral-looking individuals are standing at the base of the stairs. At the front of this group are two dark elves; first a female, with silver a hair almost down to the ground wearing a crown of thorns and antlers (and little else), and carrying a thick, black staff. The other is a male, crouched in an animalistic pose, and wearing only a burly, white wolf's pelt draped over his body, the head hiding his face and the forefeet pulled down over his arms, claws showing.<br/><br/>Nearest all of you on the stairs is the slimy, jaundiced man who has been your primary tormentor this past while, keeping his distance from this little party... and a few feet in front of him, the man in the black scarf, who is swapping threatening words with the wild folk down below.