The older dwarven guard with the white beard grunts with frustration while still looking at Jaymir's book and belt with the potions and growls, "By the kegs of ale, I hate that goblin." As the older dwarven guard closes the book and hands it back to Jaymir, the younger dwarven guard ties Jaymir's sack back on his walking stick and hands it back with his sling. O'garth looks at Jaymir and says, "Sorry for everything, but we've been having issues with travelers and beasts lately."
Jaymir smiles and replies, "Hey, it's not a big deal, you're doing your job." O'garth smiles under his beard, gives a nod, and walks off continuing the rounds of his patrol. The other two guards move out of the way and give a leading gesture to Jaymir, finally welcoming him in.
The town of Bumbleweed wasn't a promising sight, the roads were of dirt with piles of torn-off bricks and wood. The buildings were ancient with torn clothing over doorways and windows. The wood on the buildings looked warped and some of the bricks were chirped and missing from the base of the buildings. The roofing of the buildings looked like debris fell through causing giant holes in them.
Dirt and small tumbleweeds that were made with a pile of grass blew in the wind caking Jaymir's lips, giving a gritty chalky, and grassy taste. As the wind blew it sent a chilling howl through the town, causing Jaymir to get a chill traveling up his spine. Windows of the town were cracked and broken, the streetlights were just lanterns that illuminated a faint glow, as the flames in the lanterns flickered with a weak flame. The doors of the building were shattered doors that were warped and worn, and some were even torn off their hinges and hanging on to the buildings with dear life.
Within the middle of the town was a roundabout and within the roundabout was a tree that looked like it had its better days, it was wethered and dead with dead crunchy leaves below it. Upon the tree were pouches and they were hanging off the tree. That is when he saw Greemo and a wagon filled with blooming flowers. By the wagon was a hooded person. Jaymir knew that the hooded person wasn't a male because of their body figure. The hooded person wore a hood over their face, hiding it from everyone in the town, but they had a cloak that wrapped around their body, causing it to look like a robe, which hardly opened.
The air within the town was dusty and had a stench that had an aroma of death and depression. The only thing in the town that looked decent was the wagon of the blooming flowers. The hooded person minded their own business, but Jaymir glanced at Greemo and saw he was looking around to see if anyone was looking. He grabbed some of the dead leaves and crunched them in his hand an expression of wickedness, yet tears formed in his eyes, almost trying to fight back something.
Greemo felt someone watching him and quickly looked behind him and saw Jaymir. However, Jaymir turned around and pointed around as if he was lost or looking for something, but he was just acting so he didn't get caught looking at Greemo and what he was up to. However, Jaymir noticed that the street signs and building signs were either not there or were so warped and worn you couldn't read them. Jaymir tilted his head with a frown formed upon his face as he announced out loud, "Man, the place is falling apart, i can't even find the inn or a tavern."
Greemo just formed a disgusted expression toward Jaymir and walked away in a hurry. The hooded person finally opened their cloak showing the rest of their attire, which had a top made of cloth, a belt with pouches, and leggings that were also made of cloth and on their feet were boots made of cloth also. The hooded person pointed at a building, trying to show Jaymir where he needed to go.