Jerouch's initial plan was to use the Grey Skull Guild's robe as a disguise to wnter the city without arising any suspicion.
However, seeing the traffic at the city entrance and the thing most people had in common, a new plan surfaced in his mind.
He walked purposefully towards the city gate, where a long queue had formed, snaking its way along the path.
As he joined the line, he couldn't help but notice the diverse assortment of individuals standing alongside him, each with their own unique intentions and motivations.
To his left stood a weary traveler, their tattered clothing and worn-out backpack suggesting a long and arduous journey. Their eyes held a glimmer of hope, perhaps seeking a new beginning or a place to call home.
