After leaving Emerald City, many coins lighter, the hunter fell back into the ways of his profession. Coins were the currency of the land, and he needed them to survive. Hunting his way south of Emerald City and east near Bandit's pass, the hunter had brought in a couple of bounties and managed to trade for some provisions to last him a week. Making the trek through Bandit's pass had been uneventful. Eldar always traveled light as he did not have a mount or cart and relied on his meager look to dissuade many a would-be assailant.
Heading east, the Mer soon came upon a welcomed sight. Before him, there was a stone wall, towering obelisks peaking up from behind the fortifications. The outpost looked a little bigger than the others he had visited, but this one was closer to Nirvana. This hub was probably a smaller suburb town designed to support the parent city of Nirvana. It was still daylight, so the gates remained open with only a token checkpoint at the entrance. As El approached, the guards gave the Elf a once over before waving him through.
Passing inside the ramparts, the faint smell of water in the air struck his nostrils. It was like how the air smelled right before a rain shower, heavy and humid. Eldar had heard the Eternal House had constructed some of these, but the hunter did not usually come this far inland. Casting his emerald orbs around, El looked on with fascination at the machines used to collect water from the air. Noticing structures up ahead near the center of the walled-off town, the hermit continued along.
Walking along the beaten path that turned to cobbled streets upon reaching the city, the hunter kept his ears open to the conversations around him. Gossip about Samara's rise to uncontested power began to filter towards his pointed ears. Everyone had a theory about what would happen now, and each seemed more outlandish than the next. Tuning out the nonsense of the massed verdant hues searched the area once again. Scanning the village, El noticed there seemed to be more Inquisitors around.
Not that there was a reason to be nervous, the Mer had nothing to hide. Keeping to himself and not causing trouble had kept the hunter out of lots of trouble with local law enforcement before. The main roadways stretched out towards the center of the village, where a central tower was situated. No doubt it held vast secrets as the Inquisitors seemed to be guarding the entrances inside. Leaning against one of the buildings, Eldar paused as he pondered what was inside.
With all the talk of change, Eldar thought it was time for a change in him. The conversation with Akna made the Elf want to join Samara somehow, but it was not through the church. He could always gain an audience by coming forth with information about Val, but for some reason, he did not want to betray that meeting. Nor did El desire to be thrown into an interrogation chamber and tortured for being confused as a spy. It was unlikely, but meeting someone like Samara was an intimidating thought.