“Seems like this is it.”

The city hall, he had to admit, actually looked like a city hall. A proper fancy one at that. The guard told them to register for the event over here, but from the looks of it it would be a bit of a wait. It was impressive though. Their speed of registering people, that is, considering the extremely long line’s own rate movement.

In his opinion though, the city guard seemed a bit… naive? They just accepted them at the flick of a hat. It is true that the city is adamantly neutral, meaning they’ll take those of all alignments, good or evil, and it is also true they are holding an event specifically for their type, and… maybe he’s just overthinking it? Perhaps.

“Well Hush, it’ll be a bit, but we’ll be registered in a jiffy if it continues like this.”

Cragg’ulan turns around.

He only sees the other part of the line, the people who came after he did.

“...”

How does a full suit of armor manage to leave without a ranger noticing?

“Ugh, I hate cities.”