City of Lupa

Lupa was a bleak, garbled lattice of bricks and squalor even on the best of days, and positively rancid on such a miserably overcast morning. Streets of decaying houses and towering, ash-belching smokestacks rippled by the drizzle-licked windows as the train trundled through a particularly rough district. The radiant red and white banners marking the border of Bloodfang territory barely stirred Rufus’s wolfen heart as they swung into view, for his mind was elsewhere….

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