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"I wonder, did Princess Nariah mention that Carnelian is a squad? That's what I assumed. But what if it's a whole army, or even a Fortress? I think I heard something like that before; rumors sometimes reach the Dark Lands that someone has organized an entire city made up of various mercenaries. But that would be too much for me to handle all at once. Carnelian is probably just a squad."
Even after the previous answers, Erephir still had questions. But she preferred to keep moving. Now, Erephir Lin'el Darwening walked through the streets of an unfamiliar city, heading towards the address she had been given. She seemed to move slowly, judging by the smoothness of her movements. However, to passersby, her figure might have appeared slightly blurred, making it difficult to catch a glimpse of the swift warrior.
This didn't prevent her from observing her surroundings and being amazed by what she saw. Here, far from the magic-scorched deserts, life went on as usual. People bustled about without a care in the world, seemingly unaware of fear and despair, as if they were in some kind of paradise. The city was simultaneously reminiscent of the cities of Nozenroth in its cleanliness and wealth, but the girl could be sure that such cities did not exist in her homeland. It was too large, too prominent. It was impossible not to know about it.
Well, here she is. Erephir arrived in about five minutes, but some invisible clock hands inside had moved forward an hour: it's amazing what's happening. Here are the gates. She adjusted her hair, removing the ribbon and putting it back in place (the closest GIF in terms of facial expressions and movements):
Done. She rang the bell at the gate.
Even after the previous answers, Erephir still had questions. But she preferred to keep moving. Now, Erephir Lin'el Darwening walked through the streets of an unfamiliar city, heading towards the address she had been given. She seemed to move slowly, judging by the smoothness of her movements. However, to passersby, her figure might have appeared slightly blurred, making it difficult to catch a glimpse of the swift warrior.
This didn't prevent her from observing her surroundings and being amazed by what she saw. Here, far from the magic-scorched deserts, life went on as usual. People bustled about without a care in the world, seemingly unaware of fear and despair, as if they were in some kind of paradise. The city was simultaneously reminiscent of the cities of Nozenroth in its cleanliness and wealth, but the girl could be sure that such cities did not exist in her homeland. It was too large, too prominent. It was impossible not to know about it.
Well, here she is. Erephir arrived in about five minutes, but some invisible clock hands inside had moved forward an hour: it's amazing what's happening. Here are the gates. She adjusted her hair, removing the ribbon and putting it back in place (the closest GIF in terms of facial expressions and movements):
Done. She rang the bell at the gate.