"This is it," Ivy said as we stared at the downtrodden community of Grey Waste.
To be honest, it looked more like a wasteland than a part of the city. They were separated from the rest of the city by walls, and there were death knights patrolling to make sure no one left or entered.
Ivy knew a spot where we could sneak in, so that was how we entered.
"This is Grey Waste?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yep, where the main population consists of ghouls and ratfolk."
Looking at Grey Waste invoked a feeling of dread. Most of the buildings were run down, almost collapsing. They looked disfigured, almost like Swiss cheese. They looked as if they were melted.
"What happened to the buildings?" I asked.
"It happened centuries ago, during the great war. Some noble vampire went crazy and melted half the city. Most of the city was repaired by the witches, except here of course."
