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The cities and villages of Melrath are as varied and diverse as they come. The capital of Raelia is the the jewel of this western kingdom, playing host to a merchants, artisans, Aesir priests, as well as a cut throat political landscape dominated by the nobles of Raelia. To the south in the depths of the Myrkvior Forest lies Melrath's second largest, and oldest city, Fensalir. Here people have learned to live alongside spirits and the natural world by maintaining their loyalty to traditions laid down the first Melrathi. To the east lies the small fishing village of Noatun, and to the western mountains rests the Mer city of Verimeer, the brewing town of Alivilda and the alpine village Vormund.
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After the ritual


After the ritual
10th Cyus 721
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Ashling and the stormtouched Nathon sat in a tavern in Fensalir, drinking beer and speaking about the sacrifice they had witnessed. The tavern was only a log cabin in Pinegarden and the other guest looked like lumber jacks and crafters. The light from a fire and several candles played over the walls and made the Alivilda beer in the rustic glass tankards glow like fluid dark gold.

Ashling looked Nathon. He was still wearing the dark eye-shades she had bought him long ago, in Saun 719, to shelter his sensitive eyes from the merciless light of the two suns. It was Cylus now and no sunlight at all. It was fairly dark in the tavern. But, she knew that he had good reason to keep them on. With the shades on, he looked like most men. His perfect haircut and short beard wasn't hair but the brown feathers of an owl. Nobody would notice that it if they didn't have a closer look at it, which they wouldn't, as Nathon didn't look like he would appreciate inspections. But, big red eagle-owl eyes would not go unnoticed, not even in the limited light in this tavern.

Hence, he wore the shades and she couldn't see the expression in his eyes.

"It was bloody cold even for being in Cylus," said Nathon.

"Cold and bloody." Ashling sipped on the beer.

Due to the failed harvest in Alivilda it was last arc's beer. It was expensive that she would never have bought it if not for the need to thaw Nathon up for an examination. She wanted to follow up the progress of his memory loss. But, when they had spoken in the forest he had resisted her questions. She had suggested a beer in a tavern to get a chance to persuade him.

"Yeah, a bit bloody."
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