Making it to the meet...

Artimis arrived at the guild hall; it wasn’t that far from the thieves’ guild only about a five minute walk. The path wasn’t straight, as one would expect. It required going through some narrow passage ways, through a basement door and a couple locked gates.

Someone emptied a piss pot out an upper story window splashing the contents on his pants. As he walked out on the road, Artimis watch a merchant chasing a boy. The lad had some sausages in hand and was running. He could smell the urine, sweat, and smoke.

Something was not right. He arrived at the guild hall small groups of characters met and talked.

“I got here as quick as I could!” he announced to his partners.

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