Pridor

  Pridor As you walk down the busstling streets of Pridor, you realize that this city is crowded. The pavement street clicks under your heels as you squeeze down the street. A stumpy women, with a kind, round face and wearing a fancy hat, bumps into you, while a tall, balding man pushes past carrying a perturbed-looking pqrroy. You pass through the initial crowd, moving toward your destination.