<div class="floatright">(http://image1.masterfile.com/getImage/NjAwLTAzMjQzODI1bi4wMDAwMDAwMA=AHGP4T/600-03243825n.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The blue eyes appraise Wahida very carefully.  A critical examination followed by the eye slit snapping shut.  "I'm letting her in," the older voice said.<br/><br/>"But Jonna," the man with brown eyes said on the other side of the gate, "You know the rules about new people.  She's got no gems most likely, an we've got no room to take in new people.  Corrupted or not, we can't afford to let in..."  The young man's voice trailed off.<br/><br/>The older voice spoke again as the sound of wood scraping on wood came through the door.  The older man, obviously named Jonna said, "I don't care, we gotta help if we can, I'll offer her a place to stay for tonight at least."  Then the door slid open just wide enough for someone to come through and the older man stood inside,  "Well," he said "Get in here quick like."<br/><br/><hr/><em>If Wahida enters the town</em><br/><hr/><br/>As Wahida enters the town, the younger gaurdsman with brown eyes slides the door closed behind her and drops a large wooden beam into place, securing it.  Both guardsmen are dressed in a similar fashion, leather kilts, leather sandals, and boiled leather breastplates with not much else other than spears leaning against the wall nearby.  Jonna the older of the two guardsmen holds a hand up by way of greeting and says, "I am called Jonna, welcome to Kleine.  I apologize for our hesitation but we have very strict rules here.  We usually only let people in for trade, and gems are the currency of trade.  Though I let you in because our clothier might be interested in that strange outlander clothing you are wearing.  As for a place to shelter, I'll offer you shelter for the night, but we've no inn, nor room for any more people either."<br/><br/>Looking around it becomes obvious why there's no extra room.  There's a single road leading from the gate to the center of town.  The far wall of the wooden palisade raises up several hundred feet away.  But every other square inch of the town is packed with clay fired brick homes and buildings.  Stacked on top of each other and squished into every available space, this 'town' is more a ghetto of cramped and crowded humanity.  Warren like alley ways lead between the homes and there are people everywhere.<br/><br/>"If you'll follow me, I'll take you to my home.  Or you can go explore the few shops at town center if you'd prefer?"<br/>