Oriceran Consulate

TUMB 03/4 Brownstone was considering going somewhere safe for a little while, to better regroup and decide what to do about the bounty on his head, losing his house, etc. Saw the flag flying outside the Consulate, started that way. The high consulate walls now loomed over him. A series of concentric concrete barriers protected the gate, preventing truck bombs. A faint glimmer in the air over the walls suggested some sort of magical forcefield surrounded the consulate, which was not all that surprising.