Reimian Empire

The day before his possible departure south, Halmeldir spent in the bar, which he had already grown accustomed to. He was a little nervous, as the journey ahead was long and to lands he had never seen. But this option appealed to him more than returning to the northern lands and wandering through the wilderness, although he would undoubtedly excel at that. The old palace also held little appeal, despite its great fame and the rumors surrounding it. But the elf believed that it was just an old palace, full of dust, and the only inhabitants were perhaps some mold, or birds that flew in through the windows and built nests somewhere on the roof. In any case, he didn't really want to wander around the ancient building and rummage through the imperial belongings.
Sitting in the bar, Halmeldir thought about the journey and watched the visitors, including some soldier who repeatedly tried his luck at the arcade machine. The elf wondered if anyone had ever actually won at this machine, but that thought quickly faded from his mind when it was time to go to the administration building.