Heavy boots clunked their way up the steps as Typhus made his way to the guard. This was his first time in the city and in all honesty, he wasn't impressed. Cities never really did as they were all the same. Sure on the outside they had architecture and "morals" but when you scrape off that dirt, all you see is garbage and filth. This city was no different. As he reached the door of the guard house, Typhus was stopped by two uneasy looking guards. Giving them a hard stare Typhus said, "Step aside [i]guardsman[/i], I have bounties to collect." With an uneasy glance to each other, the two guards hesitantly stepped aside and let the giant man in. 

With a huff, Typhus looked around and was equally unimpressed with the state of the guard house. [i]"This is a guard house? Bah, I've seen bandits keep more order than this pit."[/i] he thought to himself as he made his way to the bounty desk. Throwing the burlap sack onto the desk, the guardsman in charge fell out of his seat in surprise. Staring at the man, Typhus said "I've come to collect the bounties on these men." as he pointed at the sack. 

Carefully, the guardsmen opened the bag and immediately gagged as the smell of decay flew up into his senses. Giving what looked like a prayer, the guardsman began to pull the heads out of the sack and started to match their faces with the ones on the bounty papers. After a small argument over whether or not a head was in fact belonging to someone due to decomposition, Typhus left with a hefty purse of gold and silver coins. As he left the guard house, Typhus grabbed several more bounty posters for future jobs. With the money he earned, Typhus was planning to go and buy some supplies. Meats, a new whetstone, some feed for Dorghar, and some strong alcohol. 

However as he pushed through the door he was assaulted by a splash of water and shouts of some man in robes. The man was speaking of demons and evil, giving a laugh Typhus was about to just push past the man until he say the retinue behind him. Men clad in heavy armor, wielding great weapons, and covered in holy imagery. Gazing across the small group, Typhus weighed his options and seeing very few said this, "Can I help you holy man?"