Kain walked through the Dark Moon City towards the bar the Golden Barrel. However, he noted that the once-vibrant street, was now a shadow of its former self.
The block, which had been a bustling hub of activity, was now eerily quiet, except for the occasional distant murmur of repair work.
The damage from the recent beast-tide was apparent everywhere. Scorched marks and charred debris were all over the pavement and what remained of the building, serving as frightening reminders of the creatures that had breached the city's walls.
The previously sturdy and welcoming building that had a kind of old England charm, were now battered and bruised by the brutal assault. The walls had deep gashes and cracks, with some structures partially collapsed.
The pub, a main attraction on the street, had fared no better. Its wooden exterior was blackened and splintered, the once-proud sign now hanging crookedly, barely clinging to the roof.
