A secluded town on the Irish west coast, within the province of Connacht and crossed by the Corrib river. It has a port, the Eyre Square with its shops and pubs, and Daire's inn, which apparently holds a good number of refugees. Though the townsfolk keep to themselves mostly, there's something new in the air now... hope, if you will. A nice place to stay, and currently a town under Chaldea's protection. The Cult has not reached this place yet... And you better pray it doesn't for a while.
(edited)Suddenly there was a loud commotion on the streets and five to six dozen refugees entered the town. There was worry despite being a bastion of safety, it would be hard to take care of them all.
What foods they had were fine, she could tell though more wouldn't hurt, but they would need more than that as well. They needed shelter and warmth for the coming nights too as well as something to take the fear and stress off their minds.
Green arabic robes and brown skin. Though many wore the same robes, it was a colourful mix as they interacted with the town, breaking open the supplies they had brought all the way from distant countries. Spices of such varied colours and of a brightness that could not be compared too. Laughs of relief and singing praises to Allah for delivering them from the impossible. It was a snapshot of a loud life in every form.
There was a wagon in the marketplace in front of them.