[b]The Blackwater Wall[/b]
The typical rainfall, as was usual in Blackwater battered down upon the walls of bark. The watch towers held some torches which faintly gave the guards above a reasonable visage of those down below. One of the guards, dressed in tanned leathers covered in mud and mire peered down to see a cart pulling up towards the Northern Gate. He shouted downwards, "State your purpose!" 

The man knew how much Larrus insisted on proper protocol regarding the gates. And he didn't want to be lashed with the cat of nine.

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[b]The Faintly Gallows[/b] 
"I can hanle nutha roun'!" The youngest man at the table where Haven had just brought mugs insisted while slurring rather noticeably. He waved his left hand and banged it on the table, looking surprised it made that noise. The oldest gentleman at the table chuckled as he grabbed his mug and took a large quaff of the ale. "So ye can, so ye can." He said with a smirk, as he stroked his greying beard. 
"I'mma a-sseriuhs." The younger man said holding back something caught in his throat.

Another older gentleman who had his meal contaminated with phlegm peered at the colorful Halfling and spoke up, his voice riddled and worn. "Boy do you know what phase of the moon it would be this night?" Gabriel blinked as he shrugged, "I can't say I'd be aware, I mean the forest seems to block out most of the sun. Makes the beast scarier."