Arladerus stepped to the top of a hill. He could see the figure of a run-down city, with portions engulfed with black smoke. “This is Vu Tailia? It’s a hellhole, to say the least.” He jumped off the edge to a close rock and proceeded towards the ghastly outline of a castle. Slowly, he paced closer and closer to the city. He walked through fields and over hills; what used to be farms were absorbed by the surrounding wildlife, and the tame rows of crops have been left deserted. The scenery reminded Arladerus of the area around Anvil, the city where the Priory of Nine is located. This struck his heart, and reminded him of the stretches of evil, and what must be done to fend it off.
Arriving outside a drawbridge of the walls of Vu Talia, he stopped. What was left of the drawbridge, anyways. One of the chains had broken, the iron that held together the wood was torn off, and the logs that created the bridge were left as splinter pieces, sitting in the moat. “How pleasant… I just arrived at my destination and I am rewarded with wet boots.” He treaded through the muddy water and climbed out on the other side. Stepping through the gate, he examined his surroundings. The smoke that he saw earlier was in fact from a fire. Many of the buildings have crumbled, showing signs that the city was previously extremely prosperous. Arladerus continued forward to the castle of the city.