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Ayta walked with a slow, but powerful pace. She wasn't in her best mood right now, this day the sun felt more forceful than usual, piercing her back and making things bright and blurred. She felt more comfortable with darkness, there she could be a bit more relaxed. She had walked for many days now, it was a while since she had been in a town. The last one was a disappointment, there were no training spots, good equipment or anything.

Ayta let her eyes scan the area when she felt shadows cooling her thoughts. She cold see trees stretching proudly, and she knew that there was a town nearby. Forests didn't flourish this way without a source of energy. Walking faster, she saw big gates replacing the trees that looked tiny in comparison. Normal towns did not possess this kind of defence. She was about to advance, when she felt a special gust of wind passing by her. She knew there was a reason for it. She looked in the direction it had blown from, and noticed something stuck in some bushes. On closer inspection, it was some kind of small pocket ticket or something. She let it slip into her sleeve, and walked towards the locked gates. There were two men there, glaring at her when they noticed her. Ayta could see in their eyes that they would not just let anyone in. One of the guards said in a demanding voice: "Pass, please." They must be exhausted, to not show much courtesy. Ayta glanced at her sleeve, and quietly flipped the pass in front of the man's face. "You may pass."

Those were quite some huge gates that they opened for her, and she now understood why. This was not a town- it was a city. Her head pulsated by the constant babel that rung through people's mouths. But.. even though it was a city, it felt a bit awkward to have this much activity here. There.. must be some kind of special event here today. She thought. She sighed, and kept walking. Suddenly the letters "The Drunken Oak" flashed by her. She had to look one more time. Drunken Oak? Seriously? The name told her that the place probably was a bar. Her stomach preached its quiet complaints, and the second she reached for the handle a bunch of people emerged from the place. She quickly dodged to the side to not get in the way, and she could feel her hair stand up in her neck. They looked angry, so she figured she would avoid any trouble. She moved further away, and sat on an old bench. She could still see the bar, but she let her eyes rest on a weird mechanical thingie that moved back and forth like in some kind of ritualistic dance or something.

Gosh, what a weird town. Ayta noticed a poster that advertised something that she didn't care about, but she noticed the name "Crystilania", written in big, bold letters. That must be what this city was called.