His walk became a run. He suddenly had a jolt of excitement in him
for where he would go. He crossed the tree line and kept running,
occasionally making sure no one saw him. He only stopped when he
reached a small town. He made sure to stay a distance away from it,
but there it was. A town he rarely ever went to. One with not many
residents, one with the legend of Zeraora floating around. It’s
been a few years since he saw this town, but he remembered it
clearly.
(So where exactly are you guys? Like in a building or...)