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It hadn't been long before the stagecoach continued on its journey, and Donar's hometown, Raselon, appeared in the distance – located halfway between the Well and the city where his ship had arrived.
When the stagecoach stopped, Donar bid farewell to his fellow traveler and headed towards the forest, not even considering visiting the city itself. He made his way to the hunting lodge where he once lived. So much time had passed, but he remembered the path as if he had walked it just recently.
When the stagecoach stopped, Donar bid farewell to his fellow traveler and headed towards the forest, not even considering visiting the city itself. He made his way to the hunting lodge where he once lived. So much time had passed, but he remembered the path as if he had walked it just recently.