The Dead That Live

After finishing his business, Loimos stepped outside into the night, the moonless sky provided the perfect environment for an undead such as himself, he walked through the deserted streets, the lull of the night only disturbed by distant howls and shouts, passing by a few places with light slipping to the outside, Loimos noticed how different Findpasser was to Throdqdmond.

It had no habitations outside of the walls, the place seemed to have been built with the express intent of one day becoming a booming city as well, rather than a settlement growing overtime, it was clear that everything had been laid out to be of this size.

No narrow back alleys, no scent of death hanging in the air, clearly the place was maintained much cleaner and wasn't ridden with murderous criminals, passing by a building titled adventurer guild, a stalwart stone structure, then by what seemed to be barracks for guards.