Several days later...

Our heroes have been walking for ages, but they've finally managed to catch a whiff of salty air.

Rez: "(smirking) We're finally here."

Clous: "Really?"

They climb up one final hill to see a bustling town at the edge of the beach ahead.

Emarah: "Yep!"

They start climbing down the hill.

Fiola: "At least now we can relax for a bit."

They're blocked by a couple guards the second they make it to town.

Guard 1: "Only Scalebound can go through."

The Scalebound are a race of small, dragon people with small wings. They may not be able to fly very well, but they're almost as durable as Metalmora.

Guard 2: "You people get your, 'inn,' over there."

They all turn towards a shabby building on a hill to their right.

Rez: "Then we'll go ahead and make ourselves at home there."

They head for the building.

Guard 3: "What kind of group even is that? A Twi, a Wild, a Fungi, and a Metalmora? What are they, insane?"

Guard 4: "More like scum."

A young Scalebound with light blue and white scales, a light purple tunic, blue shorts, bandages wrapped around her legs, purple, lifeless eyes, and a mark of The Night's Taboo just under her right eyes takes notice of the heroes while walking towards the edge of town.

Girl: "(blankly) Who are they?"

She takes a step towards them, but a man who appears to be her father stops her.

Man: "Don't you remember what I taught you Vialett? Those who aren't Scalebound are scum that you shouldn't get involved with, especially those who're willing to cooperate."

Vialett: "(blankly) But I feel no hatred or disgust towards them."

Man: "(sighing) You can't feel anything."

The man drags Vialett away from the sight of the heroes.

Meanwhile...

They all step inside the run down building, only to find it completely deserted and only has a couple rags on the ground.

Fiola: "Guess those Scalebound rumors were true."

Clous: "Rumors?"

Fiola: "They're the most racist of them all."

They close the door behind them.

Emarah: "That is a problem..."

Rez: "But if we're to believe anything, someone in town isn't."

Fiola: "Yeah, and any one of us tries going in there we'll get arrested and probably executed."

They all take a seat against different walls.

Emarah: "We'll figure his out later!"

Clous: "Yeah, we'll think of something later, but I'd rather let my legs relax first!"