A large rusted gate stood in front of them and a meaty guy sat next to it, his once white singlet stained with booze and whatever he had eaten for breakfast, he stared at three new comers in a really deadly manner that got Mia shivering in her boots… Meon had handed her a hood earlier, as it seemed keeping your identity in the in between was really essential, especially as a new comers. The young Mage walked up to the man at the front gate and handed him a small sack… the sound of metal clashing against each other could be clearly heard from the sack.
The man examined the content of the small sack carefully and then took his eyes to his three guest. Flashing his brownish dentures he gave them a smile and opened up the gate. “Welcome to in between” he stated in a deep baritone.
“See… easy
