>>5895787The bells, which earlier tolled the alarm, now ring joyfully in celebration. These little goat men are about half your height and exit the city with long drapes of cloth held up by a long stick. They remind you of the sashimono banners worn by samurai except these are very large and carried by hand instead. On them is a copy of the crest on your jacket, the simple white shield with the red corner on the left hand side.
You can't help but feel that this crest is not the right one. As though there is a grander and more appropriate crest that you should possess but it remains out of your grasp... at least for now.
Everything feels like a dream, they raise over your head a rich brocade canopy to keep the rain off. A troop of guards guide you through the gate, leading down empty broken cobbled streets and past burnt out ruined homes. Where is Agrestes? Ah, he is following from behind. Strange that he is not at the front and fore, what is he exactly?
The little goat men take you to...
>A little temple, there's a giant round stone in it...>A ruined white castle, a grand derelict...>A large tower still standing, it casts a large shadow...>A humble but still intact home, it is in good repair...>Underground, it's a dungeon and storehouse...>A large barn like structure full of reeds and hay, the barracks of your goat men... 