The trip to Karthas would a fairly easy one, the road wide and well traveled, with more than a few fellow travelers that cam across the young tiefling's path. The sky was clear and blue, a sharp contrast to the shadowed confines of the Verzanth's cave. Still, nature quickly gave way to rich farmlands as the day progressed, with civilization quickly encroaching all sides. Soon enough she would gain sight of Karthus, the nearest city, and where she had gathered her gang of adventurers just a few days before.<br/><br/>The city was broad but scarcely populated, with its buildings and businesses laid out like the rough and tumble border town it was. There were no walls or obstacles preventing entry, the only sign of security a few scattered, and roughly dressed garbs of dark blue garb. They kept order in only the roughest of senses, just making sure that major crimes went uncommitted, and otherwise staying out of people's affairs. Karthus was a thief's town, a bustling little trade route frequented by scum and villainy from throughout the kingdom of Thias. It had begun as a bandit camp, only slowly shedding this idea and still bearing the marks of it's criminal heritage.<br/><br/>The primary businesses in the town were a general store, prosaically known as 'Honest Fen's Gently Used Goods', and the 'Dragon's Lament', a tavern which had the odd distinction of also serving as brothel and inn for the township. It was at the latter establishment that Belial had found their crew for robbing Verzanth's supposedly abandoned cave. One of the barkeeps, Kretz the Bugbear, had made the necessary dealings on the tiefling's behalf. The furry humanoid might expect some explanation for where his mercenary band had gone, but was unlikely to hold grudges. Mercenary work was dangerous by definition. Besides, Belial had paid upfront.