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Camera pan across a city backed by a thick forest, just beginning to turn yellow as the warmth of summer has begun to wane and the harvest season crept around the corner. We move in, following a dirt path that cuts through tidy farms rich with yellow wheat and gourds and orchards of apples and pears. The dirt road eventually turns darker, from sand to gravel, and then finally it melts into a well-worn cobblestone road lined with shops and houses. The camera once again rises and pans across this city known as Alanla. Sat pristinely beside the beautiful Nymph Lake, Alanla is a small farming and fishing village best known for its beautiful sprawling fields and humble inhabitants. 

The camera zooms in on the backs of two figures, conversing calmly as the afternoon hustle and bustle of the inner town chimes around them-- well, you. Iolanthe and Zevemar have arrived in Alanla after about three weeks on the road from the nearest minor Spire. You walk through the town, unknowing of the quick and cold glances certain townsfolk throw you. The camera follows you as you glance at quaint houses and admire the produce in the main marketplace, until eventually you find your way to the door of a house marked in a beautiful Elvish hand.

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“Andrimar and Zevemar”

Io, this is a brand new place to you. The hustle of the street is rather exciting, if not a bit familiar. The houses are all very [i]human[/i], lacking the intricate archiceture of Emalsari manors or the Spire’s grand stature. Three weeks ago in Sona, after coming from the Spire’s teleportation circle to one of it’s sister locations, you were surrounded by marble pillars and beautiful tiling. Now everything was distinctly dusty, beige, and quaint.

Zevemar, this is your childhood home. Memories of stormy days surrounded by books, verbal abuse in the streets, and the warm embrace of your father. There is still a wooden square stuck over a shattered bit of a broken window from one particularly bad encounter with the usual close-minded Alanla bumpkins. On your shoulder, Quilla chirps and ruffles their feathers, turning their intelligent eyes on to Zev.

[i]”I bet your father will attempt to swoop you into a big hug when he sees you. That will be hilarious”[/i] They whisper in your head, voice comparable to wind chimes or childish giggles.

The house stands before you, small and comfortable, and behind you lies the hustle and bustle of the Alanla marketplace and further out the farm-covered countryside and lake. What do you do?