You had no idea where you are nor any information about the surrounding lands. You will need information before you can start making any major decisions.
So therefore, sneaking into the town in the distance could be risky but also bring rewards as well.
Knowing you couldn't just walk into town, you first take out the human clothes you were given from your backpack and immediately wear them over your demonic body. They were a basic but well made set. Including brown leather boots, a pair of cloth pants that went all the way to your knees, a long navy blue cloak and dark blue tunic, that came with a thick heavy hood that when worn, covered most of your face.
Examining yourself, you saw that the only problem with your close was that they didn’t hide your bestial digit grade legs that well, so you decided with wrap your cloak around your waist, allowing the fabric to cover your legs down
to your ankles.
Satisfied that you were as well disguised as you could be, you made your way north to the town, getting finer details of it as you got closer.
The town itself was large, a tall stone wall with atleast two gates, one western gate and one south gate. You could see a long line of multiple caravans of wagons and people, walking in and out of the southern gate.
Given the fact that you were incredibly visible amongst the grassy fields of the plain, you made sure to keep yourself concealed as much as you could with any passing hill or tree.
Eventually, you turn east slightly, moving towards the cobblestone road that led to the gate.
Nonchalantly, after about a half hour of walking, you make step into the road, intermingling yourself with a passing caravan, attempting to appear as casual as possible.
The people of the caravan don’t make any remarks or even glance with your arrival, most of them concerned with their own trifles such as manning their wagon horses or walking.
Eventually, you and the caravan make it into the imposing stone gates, the guards stationed inside and on top of the walls not glancing towards your direction that much, as you enter the town.
Once you enter, the smell of a lively town, baked breads and the smell of the market hits your demonic nose.
Instead of walking along the main town road which appeared to lead to a sort of market square, you turn off from the busy streets into a shadowy alleyway. As you enter the darkness, you feel yourself become slightly intangible and less visible to the naked eye, although you weren’t invisible by a long shot, you could probably freely walk in the alleyways without attracting any unwanted attention.
You explore the alleyways of the town, occasionally finding yourself in the darker parts of the town, finding a decent amount of homeless and the occasional odd shop that had less than legal services.
Eventually, after about an hour of walking, you come out of the alleyways and start walking along the busier sunlit streets, passing by mothers with their children shopping and even the occasional adventurer selling off any found trinkets at market stands.
Deciding that having some directions wouldn’t be the end of the world, you politely stop a male and female couple, both of them in their thirties, walking out of a tavern, and ask them for the closest library.
The couple gives you an odd but kind look and gives you directions to a public library called the “Yellowfield Public Library”
The library was a quaint place, built out of a sturdy reddish wood material and having about two stories to boast about.
You go inside, immediately smelling the scents of old leather and paper.
By the entrance, an older looking woman, probably around her fourtues sitting at the reception desk with a pile of papers and an ink quill gives you a causal glance before resuming her work, only saying in a monotone voice
“Upstairs on the second floor is my private home so don’t go in there nor in the basement, if you need help finding a specific book I’ll help either find it or the closest one similar to it. Stealing is prohibited and please keep your voice down for anyone else who might be in here.”
“Thank you.” You say more as a polite gesture than anything else.
The lady pauses for a moment, taking a second before looking up at your heavily obscured hooded face, she squints slightly trying to see any detail of your appearance, but eventually simply shrugs and goes back to filling out papers.
You spend the next few hours in the library, mostly reading about books pertaining to the local history and geography surrounding the town.
You learn that the town, like the library itself is named Yellowfield, named after the town’s founder. Yellowfield is a trading town of the human populated Archen Republic, located weeks east from the old shanty town you had grown up in, and connected via routes to almost all of the major cities nearby and is also connected via the Westmont river that flows by the the northeastern side of the town.
You also learn about the southern Gornstone mountain range you had seen earlier. According to the maps you found, several Earthmen settlements were built along the winding stone paths of the mountains, along with several abandoned religious temples that dotted the mountain range.
Eventually you get bored of reading, and decide to sit down for a while on a indoor wooden bench.
You give a small sigh, unsure where to go now that you had finished reading for now. You needed some residence to stay in, atleast so you could get your feet wet before you fully dive in, but the chances of getting a decent place to stay in was unlikely and living in a forest or shoddy tavern room wasn’t the most appealing idea. Even though you were a demon, food and water were still a necessity as well.
With a huff of boredom, you decide to...