Welcome to the City of Splendors

An olive-skinned man in Greek styled armour is riding a horse down a well-worn path along with a blond man in a brown long coat sitting with his feet up in the carriage behind him. The warm mid-day sun shines down on the two tired travellers. They hadn’t stopped for a rest all day and they were looking for something to eat. The blond man shifts in his seat and adjusts his coat collar. He speaks up.

“Hey, Perseus?”

“Yeah Nicholas?” Replies the armoured horse rider.

“How much longer till we get to Waterdeep?” Nicholas Hawthorne shifts in his seat some more. “My behind is turning to stone.”

“Well considering how you’ve asked 100 times in the past hour, take a wild guess, you dimwit.”

“Hey, I don’t appreciate being talked to that way, remember what that old lord said about respecting your superiors?”

“Superior my ass we’re supposed to be a team-”

A statue of a giant man standing outside a massive city wall appears over the horizon. Towering over even the tallest building, these statues were the legendary Walking Statues of Waterdeep, the tall and stoic guardians of the city. The two are amazed by the surreal beauty emanating from the city of Waterdeep as they cross through the city gates. “Holy…” says Nicholas quietly.

“Perseus, they got a pottery shop! When’s the last time you’ve seen one of those?” exclaims Nicholas. Perseus looks around, admiring the various blacksmith stores and the various weaponry lining the storefronts while Nicholas stares off at a lady that caught his eye.

“I wonder if they get any brothels here? Haha... WOAH PERSEUS WATCH OUT.” Perseus, distracted, crashes into the back of a noble’s carriage. The two travellers look at one another and at the noble’s carriage.

“Uh. Let’s get going.” says Perseus. “Go!” He orders his horse while steering away from the crash and towards one of the many side-roads of Waterdeep.