Oswald watched as the carriage he arrived in leave.
He then picked up his luggage and walked into a small, but comfortable looking hotel, on the main northern road of the North District, called the "Woodward Hotel".
"Afternoon sir." Oswald greeted the man at the desk. On the inside, the hotel was quite comfortable, although still somewhat rugged.
"Do you happen to have a room for one?" he asked the man. The man in turn barely spoke a word. He looked at his ledger, reached below the desk and pulled out a key with the room number embossed on it.
"Thank you my good sir." Oswald simply said with a curtious nod.
A man of few words it seems. he thought.
His room was rather decently sized, despite the size of the hotel itself. He soon made himself comfortable, as he unpacked, and readied his gear so that he could begin work on his research.
Looking out the window, Oswald remembered the snippets of information he'd obtained from the few folk whom came here.
The city was apparently influenced by rival gangs, and there were also sightings of strange beasts and wandering spirits.
But he had heard similar stories from the other locations he'd previously visited before, and they turned out to be nothing but stories. And so he was expecting the same here.
He straigthened and readied himself, and then left the hotel to begin. Oswald took his time wandering the streets, and took in the sites. Whether it be the citizens going about their business, or the various shops or buildings he'd pass along the way. Every now and then, he would stop and make a note or two.
Two hours later, Oswald obtained some information about trying the shanty towns if he wanted to learn some "real" history, as ghosts were alledgedly common there. Another fad no doubt, but he would entertain the idea anyway.
The town apparently had its own museum, though it was rather small, and lacked anything worth noting.
Next he made his way toward the city center, and visited the Seven Markets, noting the variety of its stalls, and the mixture of cultures found amongst them.
He was impressed by the spread, especially given how obscure the city itself was.
Wiping his brow with a sleeve, the heat starting to bother him, so Oswald found the closest place he could find to get a drink,
"The House of Earthly Delights." Clearly an adult entertainment parlour. As long as they provide some comfort out of this weather, I do not care what it is. he thought to himself, and quickly made his way there.