Day 1: Night

The beginning of the trip was considerably uneventful, consisting of little more than slaying a few beasts that wandered on to our path and became aggressive. Gracon's skill with a long sword truly seems to be second to none, at the time I wondered why he left Granistraken unsheathed. However, it is likely just too much for such creatures, so there was no sense in pondering it any further. Without rest, we resumed our journey.

We arrived at Jewel shortly after dark, the looming gates of the town opening to give way to an incredible sight. It seemed the town had been named with care, as the intricate architecture of the dwellings orchestrated its mysteries. Swirls and curves formed the foundation, seeming to swim upwards as smoke would. Indeed, it did seem as though the town was made of the misty substance itself. All the curvaceous stone designs were accented with some form of crystalline substance, obsidian in appearance, but seemingly more akin to glass. Looking closer, it appeared that the buildings were in fact dome-like in shape, and the bizarre architecture was merely decor; that is, if it serves no other function. Besides the mere style of the buildings there was an archaic atmosphere lingering about the town, only enhanced by the ghostly blue lanterns and black, starry sky above.

Catching my breath I quickly caught up with Gracon, who's lack of awe made it apparent that he had been here before. We made our way through the buildings until the stop in front of a larger building, with a sign carved in strange letters reading "Szar Stop". Entering the fascinating building, I discovered that the interior decorating was parallel to the outer; even the furniture displaying such strange designs. However, there was a bizarre contrast in that the entire inside was almost pure white, looking to be some type of ashen marble. I could probably be accurate in assuming that there is some form of arcane attribute to these structures, given that this is a city of Artisans.

Snapping out of thought, I saw Gracon motion for me to follow him. It seemed he had already done all negotiations while I had been dazing off . Offering myself a soft shrug I followed my mentor up to the second story of the building, the stairs strangely set in the center of the building; styled as a cylinder. There were four halls at the top of the stairs, dissecting the floor in to four equal parts. You could see 3 doors down each hall, each with a small black numeral on it. I thought it was kind of strange that they had something so opaque on the white interior of a building, but I will inquire about it at a later time. Making our way down the hall to the left of us, we reached room number