<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5SoYxWA.jpg)</div><br/>As Izusa started towards the city she eventually was joined on the roads by wagons and others on horseback as well as one farmer hauling produce on a cart behind what could only be described as a gigantic lizard.  Most of them were obviously women of various races, including quite a few monster girls.  Most notably Izusa noticed quite a few beastly looking women who appeared human or elven but mixed with various animals like cats, dogs, or cows.  She suddenly realized why her own looks seemed to fit in.  This was both comforting but also raised some interesting questions.  It was nice that she was able to so easily fit into this place.  But she didn't know who her original parents had been, and the question of if she was a corrupted kept popping back up.  Further might that have had something to do with how quickly it seemed she'd been banished to these lands?<br/><br/>She pondered this as she continued towards the city's gates, whose doors were wide opened and flanked by several guards that were casually inspecting carts and people as they came into the city.  But suddenly her attention was on a man riding down the road away from the town.  As he passed her she couldn't help but turn and look.  A human man, seemingly totally normal looking.  Up till that point all the men she'd seen were hulking brutes like Meat or at least ogrish like Ker.  She turned as he passed and looked, unable to find anything corrupt or abnormal about him at all.  But then he was gone, too far to really see.  Though Izusa noticed that he did seem to draw looks or lustful gazes from other women on the road, so thankfully her glances hadn't been too out of place.<br/><br/>Then at the gate she was stopped by a large naga woman with a deep blue skin.  A part of Izusa's mind thought 'drow' almost as if this creature might have been one of the dark skinned elves at one point, or have drowish blood in her snake like body.<strong>"Hello traveler, welcome to Jamahrone.  What is the purpose of your visit?"</strong>Her tone was almost bored, and certainly seemed routine, as if she asked this question dozens if not hundreds of times each day.