[Eastern Kingdom - Nerf City]
Nerf City, one of the busiest cities in Iwaku and capitol of the Eastern Kingdom. Covered in beautiful surroundings with it's everlasting nature of spring.
"I asked if you had placed my bet on the fight? Come on! Pay attention to me when I'm speaking!" Torsty commanded his footman as they walked among crowded street shops. The people attended to their daily routines of shouting and carrying live food, chickens and other animals parading the streets before getting butchered in some back-alley, out of sight.
"Yeah, Chief! On Jakalakalaka whatshisname...uh..."
"Jarakahl Pythor, the best fighter Iwaku has witnessed in years."
As they continued walking, edging closer to their destined spot, Torsty took notice of how different the trading customs were here in Nerf City than back home. Even though he had been staying here for some time now, it never ceased to amaze him how rude, enthusiastic and eager they were to sell, all at once. A radical change. A shopkeeper with some respect for ones own business and crafting shouldn't approach a potential customer unless they give you clear signals that they are interested in buying something. And Torsty was in no hurry to buy anything, he was attending important business with some old friends of his from the North.
Most people who had fled Insanity had gathered here in Nerf City. Living a sheltered life of secrecy to avoid Azazel's terror.
'Only a couple more blocks now...if we were back home, I'd have chopped these tools to pieces...oh, by the Gods, what am I saying?'
Torsty quickened his pace, this was no time or place to make a scene.
The building looked just like any other apartment they had passed, but he recognized it. The colors were correct, gold and red. Not distinctive for the un-trained eye, just the way it was intended to appear.
"Stand here while I attend my visit, Lakei."
The footman instinctively stepped to the side of the entrance, opened the door and let Torsty in without a word. While they still had some minor communication problems between them, Lakei and the Viking had bonded just enough for the big man to get the hang of how he handled his business. Neither did he question what or why they were going here.
"How may I help you, Sir?" It was clear that the girl behind the counter recognized him, still they would act like strangers during the whole scene. They had to be very careful for now, it was still unclear what intentions Jack Shade and Azazel might have if they found out about the place, even if it was just a small church.
"Lord Skhone calls me. I'm here to see the old man."
"Go ahead, Sir. He is waiting for you." The girl politely pointed him in the direction of another door in the tiny entrance-room. There were no windows, a dim room with some candle-lights, they somehow managed to keep the air cool and fresh with no visible plants.
Torsty walked to the end of the hall reaching in the opposite direction of the counter where the young lady had greeted him. The door lead to a set of stairs taking him underground to another narrow hall with more dimmed candle-lights and naked walls.
He stepped into the open room with nothing but a red and golden carpet on the ground, a small silver-plate with different kinds of sliced bread lay gently on it. In front of it there was a huge painting covering the wall.
Next to it was a man dressed in a long-robed attire, colored in the traditional red and gold.
"Welcome to our hidden chapel of Nerf City. Please sit down, Norseman."
Summary: Torsty and his footman, Lakei, walk the streets of Nerf City and visit a mysterious chapel of the Bread Cult.