Literature
What Are Friends For?
Albel stood on an abandoned street in Kirlsa, staring blankly at his childhood home, now fallen into disrepair. He had been so depressed once his father died that he had dismissed the servants and went to live with Woltar, not bothering to worry about the upkeep of the house. Now with moss on the outside and filthy windows, it was barely recognizable.
Fayt sat at his desk, not really feeling like working. “I think I’ll take a walk.” He made his third turn down a sidestreet on his exploration of the city and came to row of houses. As he looked around, he ran straight into Albel, who had also not noticed his presence.
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