Dunhurst River Streets

Alice made her way through the bustling trade center of the far north. Bridges and railed walkways spanning across freezing cold water and canals cut into the glacial ice. She made her way across one such bridge, heading towards the direction of Lake Auroa. She heard rumors of there being an attack to far south, in Ithteca, as well as one at the Silver Craft at the center of the Blackmoth Ocean, but she hoped the prior was not the case, as she spent quite a hefty sum of cash to get that property on St. Michaels Cathedral Road.

The thick fur coat kept her warm as she made her way through the streets, not that she couldn't bear the cold as little dressed as she was; Alice was just that strange. Always had been. Always will be it seemed.

She pushed through the crowds lining up at the shops, and continued towards her lakeside destination.