Here we have! Part 0ne

Wilder is not upset when they briskly walk through the market, ignoring most of the vendors that call out to them. While the area is brightly lit with plenty of torches and adorned with various colors of each seller, Wilder is still unsettled by the too much muscle, but little did he know of previous enemy shenanigans. His gaze does linger on those guards that perch themselves in the alcove, appearing rather bored out of their minds. Couldn't they at least be given something to do? Eh, not his business anyway.

Continuing past the market and making their way slightly uphill toward the outside, Wilder inhales a deep breath once the fresh air hits him. Lungs suck in the clean and crisp surroundings, the smell of stone, snow, and pine obvious and matching the territory surrounding them. His gaze then turns to the obelisk that rises toward the sky, engraved with a multitude of rules that probably would be important for him to know. Moving easily over the thin blanket of snow on the ground, Wilder stops before the obelisk and looks up at him. Thank goodness he could read, eh?

"Why on an obelisk?" The word is funny on his tongue and accent, but he wasn't going to put much attention to it. He was tired and getting hungry, starting to itch to find a den to call his permanent home. What a weird concept.

WILDER