<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Seems that folks are agreeing to go, the above will affect those that go, if some want to head somewhere else at this point, I'll answer to them as it comes, but for now, I'll try to follow the line of what happens to those that did go to the Rashaan settlement.</div></div><br/>The palisade surrounding the settlement was made of old, sharpened wooden pillars, most of them darkened by age, but still imposing. Rising to 12 yards height, they gave some protection to the people behind them, but with the gates open and the path worn in the ground, easy to follow the group of adventurers had a chance to see what the place was like behind those walls.<br/><br/>Old wooden buildings, most of them single-floor huts rather than proper homes, the place housed a fair share of people. Humans, a couple of elves here and there, an occasional dwarf in sight as well as some stranger folk. Many of them dressed in worn, and faded cotton clothes, or carrying simple leathers.<br/><br/>The settlement itself was built into a solid square shape, with 2 crossing roads dividing it into 4 sections, the settlement's marketplace at the middle of it. Dwarven man displaying a net and hooks before his shack with fish hanging from them. Elven shoemaker working his craft before an apprentice's eyes. Human man in a long tunic crushing herbs in a simple mortar and then pourish the crushed herbs to a pouch he handed over to a woman in exchange for a pair of coins.<br/><br/>There were likely a couple hundred in the settlement, but it was doubtful it held thousand people in it. Based on what was shown for sale, a lot of food would be fish, there were some fruits on show but no usual sight of bread and baked goods. The forests came fairly near to the settlement after the shore, though.<br/><br/>Looking around for a Mayor's house wasn't a real issue. There was only one 2 stories tall building, lavishly decorated with large ivory tusks crossed over the entrance, and guarded by a single man in a leather tunic and carrying a spear, seeming to try and look formal. It was not far from the market square, but far enough that the worst of the noise that was usually present at the square.