After a long bumpy ride, Derek arrived at a gloomy haven located at the outskirts of the capital city.
The small shelter was one out of the many dwelling places which acted as a hide out for outcasts in the small gloomy community.
The dull, dejected town was known as Desha and had long been predominated mostly by migrants and poverty-stricken minority of the Egradon, also a dumping ground for expelling those who'd been afflicted by incurable, transmittable diseases to wait out until their death.
However, due to the neglect of the trifling town, many forbidden causes had made the place their safe abode as well.
Desha was the dark side of Egradon and in this lawless land, nothing was considered a crime and no one was termed a culprit.
Once Derek had passed the discreet scrutiny of the preying eyes peeking at him from all corners of the neighborhood and reached the haven he was headed for, he mounted down from the horse and walked towards the haven.
