Sylvester Archipelago

Before Tiberius could reach the door, it swung open, and a rather tall and imposing woman rushed in, knocking him to the ground. "I apologize, sir. I didn't see you," she said in a emotionless and somewhat rough voice, extending a hand to help the mage.

The elf had been in R'lyeh for quite some time and, as a result, had adapted to the local climate, and he wasn't one to complain about the weather. And although this country had its own unique beauty, he no longer wanted to stay here. Lutiel's announcement seemed like a solid option for continuing his journey.
Sarael walks towards Lutiel's house.

Approaching the house, Sarael noticed a mage lying on the ground and a red-haired woman trying to help him up. Entering, he saw an elderly man sitting at a table, hunched over and filling out some papers. He noticed the elf but didn't react to his arrival.

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Gordian frowned at the dog and continued on his way. "Don't they feed it?"

"Hold on!" the guard with the dog called out to Gordian. "You're not from around here, are you?"