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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. &

Seated in a cushion of leaves, pressing his back against the thick trunk of a tall deciduous tree, Mikey licked the tip of his thumb and turned the page of a book titled, “Banquet for the Soul: A History of Music”. Genius had given him that book to barter for bits of information about the elves' lifestyle and culture. He had many other books and trinkets from Radiata Town which Genius had given him that he kept stashed away under his bunk and every item was a precious relic to him. The tranquillity of the deep woods of the Nowem Region provided the perfect learning environment for the young dark elf. The Forest Metropolis was far