Sarka, Klos 19th, 350AC, 08:50  (underground, 65 degrees, crescent moon)

The colorfully dressed badder makes a “tisking” sound, and your escort surges forward again.  Your group moves along the outer edge of the “bowl” in a counter-clockwise direction, along a well worn path.  You pass by numerous mushroom cap huts.  Older grey-furred badders with crinkly whiskers, children, and a few adults peer out of windows and doorways at you.  Most of them are wearing coarse fiber clothing.  They either stare quietly at your group, or bristle their teeth and hiss.  Not very friendly folk.

You march under one the the tall stone archways formed by the pillars that support the bridge overhead, and enter what appears to be a market.  The buildings are more spaced out here, but the space is crowded with badders.  They are dressed in a wider variety of clothing.  Carts, similar to the one you saw outside, are moving about, loaded up with goods.  Badders are walking about carrying sacks and crates, looking busy.  Again, there are hostile looks and snarls, but whatever they are saying is lost in the noise of bartering as plastic domars exchange paws.  Your escort keeps you and the riff raff from getting close to one another.

You are marched through the market and across an event field, towards the central keep.  One of the large pair of doors at the base of the keep is open (and again guarded by hoplite warriors) and you are led inside and up a ramp that follows the inner perimeter of the keep.

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