Dawnwatch

Creak—the door of the inn opened, and players, with excited looks, stepped out onto the muddy ground.

It was their first time breathing the air of the New World, and it smelled amazing. It was much fresher than the real world's air, which was stale and polluted.

The players shuddered in cold. It was quite cool outside. The thick, layered mist was now also blocking the sun. 

"Alright, enter one of the carriages!" Ron shouted. "There're five of them, each going to a different city. Imperium City isn't available for any of you, so choose a different one!"

The Imperium City carriage was also for Adam, but since he wasn't heading there, it was empty.

The players looked at the carriages, each with a different name engraved on the side. Those who had already chosen their guilds knew where to head, but those who didn't get any letters were confused.