Shallows Creek: Requiem Of The Guilty

I Am Doctor Kent Lockheart

The carriage plods along on at brisk pace, bumping and jostling it’s occupants, the rough uneven road begins to smooth out as they grow closer to the artisan district. The buildings go from small and plain to large and brightly colored. Ohlmes stares out the carriage window fascinated by the bustling district, scores of people can be seen wandering from shop to shop admiring the myriad of pottery, paintings and sculptures. Ohlmes stares in bewilderment at the busy artisans diligently working on their crafts some in the windows of their shops, others painting in the streets. Lockheart who was reading one of his journals looks up to see Ohlmes staring with fascination out the window.

“I am guessing this is a tad bit overwhelming considering your hometown is half the size of this district.”