Compared to the badlands, and his old village of Lagvon, the city of Draisha was a sea of humanity. Each time Bazur visited, it seemed he’d never seen so many people in one place before. It was a lively and dangerous city known for its brothels and other sources of entertainment. Bazur knew many men from Draisha that came out to Pera in hopes of seeing him fight. It was a city that lusted for entertainment of all shapes and forms. One thing Bazur found strangely comforting was that it seemed the larger the crowd of humans, the less they looked at an individual. In the badlands, everyone noticed Bazur was half-orc. Here, with a simple cape, he was practically invisible. Strangers walked by him without giving him the slightest bit of attention. The odd one noted him for his large size and would make an effort to walk a little wider around him than they did others, but almost no one really looked under his hood. They were too busy with their own lives to note one new stranger in a sea of strangers.
