Boring grey
"I have finally arrived to Neverwinter.
If the whole city is like this, or just the docks, I do not know. But West Harbour shows more life than this place.
With a barbarian Dwarf aspiring to be a monk, a Tiefling rogue that has problems with her heritage, a stalker Wood Elf and a Drow I have met yesterday on a boat I loved to sail in the short time I was there, I headed towards the tavern Daeghun told me to go. I now live in said tavern while I am in this Tyrran city.
Everyone inside was different from the calm, tedious people of the streets of Neverwinter. There were not many people there, thought, so it did not improve my first impression of this city.
The shards – mine and Duncan's - were again analyzed, and even thought the results were very different, the answers obtained to the many questions the silver pieces brought were scarce. Alas, with no other option, I have to get inside a closed district to talk to another guy about the shards. And in order to do that I must join one of two groups that patrol the city, their intentions contrasting clearly. In the Watch I would be too exposed (do-gooders and heroes shine even in the darkest of places, as fireflies between simple ones), but joining a famous gang, even with less publicity, could get me in very official trouble if something goes wrong.
Tomorrow I will have to tell my companions that I hate being exposed."
