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located in Lunalake Island, a part of Memoria Irae, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lunalake Island

A large island and major hub, Lunalake City is here, along with a few fishing towns situated around the river and lake. In the middle of the lake is a strange clock tower where the governor lives. No one knows why he lives there, he just... does.

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Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Aeila listened to the man with surprise, she hadn't met someone as eager as him to take on the Harlequin's in as long as she can remember. Everyone this city found it easier to turn away and wait for something or someone to save them, rather than do something about it themselves. She paused in thought to see that the meeting had ended and people were putting up posters all over the city. She watched as the man tore off one of the posters, ending his little speech, she arched her eyebrows in disbelief, "You might be exactly what this place needs. I applaud your confidence."

Aeila extended her hand to the man as an invitation for a handshake, "I'm Aeila, one of the more well-known enchanters around here." Her gaze was drawn to man's robotic arm, "You certainly weren't exaggerating when you said you had an arm for justice.", she quickly grasped his hand and peered closer, turning it about, trying to view every angle. "Fascinating...", she breathed, perplexed by the complexity of it. She was about to pull his arm out further so that she could see his entire arm more closely but then realized what she was doing. She released his hand and pulled back, shaking her head, "Oh! Uh, sorry. How rude of me, I got a bit carried away..." she trailed off. Aeila became flustered, stumbling over her words, "Well, I should probably be getting back to my shop, maybe all of these posters will give me some good business." She turned around to head to her enchanter's workshop and looked back at the man, "Feel free to stop by, maybe I'll give you a discount.", she laughed, relaxing a bit now that she knew she was getting away from that awkward situation.