<strong>Gates of Castle town</strong><br/><br/>After travelling for what must be two weeks Darin arrived at the entrance gate to castle town. He looked well rested and well fed, which was a stark contrast to the look of his cart. With arrow heads imbedded in the wood and the top looking more like a net than a tent the trip had been far from uneventful. With fights along the road daily, everything from moblins to bandits had tried to ambush him on his cart. Each group expecting a simple merchant that could easily be killed off and a cart full of good. What they got was Darin wielding his custom built bastard sword in a way that only a weapons builder could, cutting down each man and monster with it. His duelling gauntlet with spikes used both to defend himself and to strike back at targets that tried to take him down in sheer numbers. Though he was unhurt in the attacks, he could not say the same for his cart; it was usually shot at first when the ambushes started, in hopes of scaring him into giving up.<br/><br/>But that was over now; he had finally reached it, the gates to castle town. He rode up to the guard and displayed his wares, telling the man of his intentions to meet with local leader to discus opening a business in town. Being granted entrance, Darin took his cart into town, and found a space to store it while he went to see the city and meet the leader.<br/>