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Wielbelkia wrote:

Klink glared at the woman before looking at the documents, his scowl only deepening the further he read. Through grit teeth he said "Enjoy your stay." and motioned for them to be let through the checkpoint. Though as they got out of earshot Klink sighed in resignation, muttering to himself about hoping the group got eaten by the wildlife on their way towards Dinsmark. The border guards meanwhile keeping an eye (and gun) on the unusual crowd at all times until they were gone.

With that the group continued along their way to Dinsmark. The procession would pass through any towns and the likes on their march towards the capital and it would indeed be quite the site to any travelers along the roads. Superstitious or religious folks could feel very unnerved and even terrified of this group, as it was as if a dark shadow followed them wherever they went. Those brave enough to talk to them would find however a great, if not a bit eccentric, compassion among this procession even while the feeling of void and shadow lingered around this group.

The group, having absolutely zero funds, would simply either barter with jewelry or other goods for supplies if needed and even would provide free food and water to the less fortunate, with the "blessings of the void" on their lips. The Cult also would not stop in inns or hotels, rather they would take camp outside villages. There songs and calls and even prayers might be heard, rituals to a dark god, or thanks for protecting them along their journey, or just to creep people out, no one could be certain.

When they finally arrived to their destination along the outskirts of the city they would indeed present the most peculiar site and, indeed, the procession would be enamored by the city and it's splendor, at the same time slightly abhorred by any poverty they see. The procession would then ask for directions to the ministry of foreign affairs and make their way there.