"A stupid law," he muttered, setting a small crate upon a small stack of equally small small crates. It was the last of things from the wagon, not that that was saying much in the first place, and Merrick was altogether glad to be done with the business of unloading. He was moved, officially speaking, and now his home (if a home it could be called) needed only the odd touch here and there in order to make it feel as if it were truly lived in by some creature. "Stupid, but smart," a voice came. It was the wagon driver, a rather kind fellow with an odd, too-short haircut which looked as though it belonged more on a young squire and less on an adult. Still, the dwarf had helped Merrick to pack and unpack his things; for that, the gnoll was grateful. After showing his gratitude with a coin tip, the dwarf-man let him be and went to other parts and places. Merrick had not bothered to learn his name. The gnoll shrugged as he looked about his new home. The dwarven fellow had had a valid point; the law was smart in theory. All persons who, and he was paraphrasing in his own mind, worked in the city proper must live in the city proper. It was a rather successful attempt at keeping more coin in the city and less out and about the roads and villages. Mind you, most anyone could come into the city proper and purchase things. Coin was welcome here as it was anywhere. Perhaps, Merrick had thought, it would be plentiful. His hopes at that had been enough to spur him away from his home village of Winterhaven, a tiny place not known for anything more than an occasional, half-decent blacksmith or other such "trivial" folk. This city was different and the same. There were few people who stood out amongst the crowds, and fewer chances than in a small city to make your name known. Still, Merrick had no desire to make himself known; he simply sought a comfortable life in his new home in the warrens. Looking about his home, he could see why he had been able to save the coin for a down payment rather easily. He had lived with relatives for a short while, though such a large creature in a lower warren home was certain to outstay its welcome rather quickly, and managed to work and toil his way to his own rock-hewn hovel in the warrens on the opposite side of the city. His home was rock-hewn in the sense that the city was largely built from naturally occurring stone; building such a large place with transported stone would have been impractical, after all. The warrens were the most noticeable of these constructions, with homes being little more than cozy-upped and well-carved caverns. The dwarven influence of this place was quite painfully obvious. Why, if one looked closely and luckily enough at a wall or floor corner, they might find a rune-signature from the long-ago carvers. Merrick had always had a fondness for dwarven folk, and, living in this place, he only grew more fond of them. Despite how much he enjoyed his new, more private surroundings, the gnoll thought he might benefit from some more fresh, and that's using the word loosely, city air. Leaving his home, he set out in favor of the upper wards of the city. He had never actually been to the cathedral-temple. Perhaps today would be the day, he thought.