Zame walked into view of Northwold, shortly reaching the edge of the city. "City Council, where am I supposed to find a council?" Having heard of the reward of a request asking for able bodied adventurers, after fleeing his home town, "traveler" is what Zame considered himself not "adventurer". Desiring a distraction as well as some money, being the main reason for Zame making the trek to Northwold. Looking around at the run down roads and buildings "this must be the slums of the city, Council of a city would be in a more diplomatic part of the city. At least a cleaner part of town, maybe there?" spotting a taller building in the distance that was more impressive then the shacks that surrounded Zame. "That may be my best bet at finding the City Council" all around him, Zame could hear whispers from townspeople about his presence in the city. "Whats the big deal so I'm a traveler, doesn't mean you can talk about me" Shrugging off the whispers, Zame made his way to the center of the city.