The ground was cobblestone and darkened with dirt and grime. The place was a haunting all on it’s own, and the smoke creeping over the ground seemed to never go away. It was like the whole region was under a hollow, spiritual, curse.
Erebus was only passing through this area on his way. Some could argue he was never really here, but over all, he was out to engage the town. Searching for his own agendas, Erebus has heard of something new recently. The Mysterious Merchant. No, he hadn’t heard any qualm of it, but he wanted to find someone to fill him in if anything.
That led him to here, where he was now. He arranged an escort in town to fork up information, whether that info was real or not was not exactly important. Erebus was fascinated by what he’d heard already and curious to get into the Merchant’s head, picking him for all his contact could fetch a business. But if anything, just getting to see the items themselves was alluring.
Erebus squatted and knelt, tucking his flask to his satchel pocket and drawing a pack of matches and cigs a moment later.