The Trader's Heaven
A Silvery Tower dominated the Night.
At the end of a particularilly twisty Alley, next to a nooky building, stands the Silberturm.
It is tall enough to impose its sight upon the horizon of the city, but the alleys, as is their nature, hid it from sight until it stumbled upon.
Above the silver weathered door is a sign. Its Blood red resalting from the Silvery stone of which the tower was made.
The Trader's Heaven
If you seek to trade
this is the
"Mike." he extended a hand, only to realize that the man was still walking forward and probably not interested in that at all. Letting it fall down to his side nearly immediatly he considered the other question. Where had he seen him. Where had they even met? "A garden. There was a garden, with huge stone statues." And he had tried something out, trained something. He wasn't quite sure what or why, only that it had something to do with -
His hand moved to his chest. "Spikes." he whispered m