☀️ Arselia and Akonia

— I think there aren't that many people who can completely devote themselves to their favorite craft and treat what's happening in their life and the whole world as something secondary. I can easily imagine a natural disaster raging around, and Kragg stubbornly continues his work, without losing concentration. This is bound to inspire admiration, but... if he had a family, they would probably be lonely because of it.

—Yes, for example, a terrible dragon attacks the city, and Kragg continues to forge weapons that can pierce its hide for the city's loyal defenders... Oh, what am I even saying, just making things up. —the Black Knight shakes his head. —Family, hmm... And tell me... I don't want to spoil our walk with memories of the past, but still, just in case I meet a random priest or that mythical dragon... You're from these parts, right? Do you have any close relatives or acquaintances in Margel or the surrounding areas, maybe distant relatives, who should be informed or perhaps even visited?

— Oh, how beautiful... — Saneksa enthusiastically scanned the, probably, morning landscape; even though it didn't match the image above, it was still just as amazing. — It's even surprising that these places haven't been occupied by other city dwellers yet.

Kline thought that he was defiling these places with his presence, but as promised, he didn't voice these thoughts aloud.
—I think that, due to its location and the likely protection of the imperial crown, this park may continue to preserve its purity and natural integrity in the face of civilization. Unfortunately, I don't know anything about the history of this place, but I'm sure there was something enchantingly unusual here.

On their way, the couple comes across the grave of an unknown person.

Rest in peace, dear friend.
The look of your kind eyes,
Will remain in my heart forever.

— ... I think I read about him in an old newspaper. — Saneksa sadly lowered her gaze. — It said that the actor brought his girlfriend to this park for a date, and she stabbed him out of jealousy over the romantic scenes he played. It's so awful.

—It says here that this person is unknown to us, and yet I can't shake the feeling that I saw him once in June on my way to Her Grace's service. —Kline's hand instinctively reached for his diary, but he decided not to waste time rummaging through his hazy memories. —Raphael, hmm... A sad story and a tragic fate. But this tombstone, the engraved inscription with the image, — all of this speaks of this person's life path. He left behind a piece of his warmth, left behind memories of loved ones who erected this memorial in his memory. Rest in peace, Raphael Nishenet. And may the sadness and bitterness of your friends turn into faith and determination, which will give them strength in difficult times and allow them to achieve any goal and defeat any enemy in the decisive battle.