The living city

As Myz gracefully, but not without hesitation, gracefully leaped down from his arms, the feline creature began to move with a fluid, otherworldly grace.

With every step it was becoming more and more clear that it knew the city like a man knew his fingers.

Syzoth followed the cathulu, his footsteps falling in sync with the creature's measured pace. As they ventured deeper into Eldertown, the city seemed to come alive around them. The trees seemed to whisper secrets of ancient wisdom, and the lanterns flickered with an ethereal light that danced like fireflies in the twilight.

They turned down a narrow alleyway, and the scent of blooming wildflowers enveloped them. Syzoth felt a sense of wonder and enchantment as if the very streets of Eldertown were guiding him toward his destination.

'To think the rumors were true. The city indeed feels your greatest desires and brings you towards them', the lizardman thought to himself.

Syzoth's journey through Eldertown could only be described as a mesmerizing odyssey, filled with enchanting sights and mystical sensations that seemed to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.

As he followed his old accuantance, both of them passed beneath the towering trees that framed the cobblestone streets. The ancient oaks and towering pines seemed to lean in.

  Each step resonated with a soothing chorus of whispered wisdom, imparting a sense of reverence for the natural world.

Syzoth felt that feeling only once, and that was when he was in another forest, but this time in the kingdom of the Wood elves.

It was not a pleasant meeting.

While they were there, Syzoth took one of the wood elves sacred fruits. He needed it for one of his 'experiments'. That fruit was known to be only found in the heart of the kingdom of the woodelves.

That fruit is said to grow only once every two decades, and considering how long they lived, Syzoth thought it wouldn't matter if he borrowed just one.

  When he snuck inside, he realized that they had that fruit in the thousands!

But, when they were about to leave, they somehow realized that one of the fruits had gone missing.

And then, all of them had to run, or else face the wrath of the wood elves.

«F*cking Hippies»

As for the fruit, Syzoth possesses it even now, not being able to use it in any way, not wishing to get scolded or listening to another thirty-minute lecture from the bard about the "morals of of good and bad", all the while the same bard would stop at nothing to bang anything that has a hole.

  And every time Syzoth told him to stop acting like a famous Greek god, that bard would just start playing his small guitar that could control lightning.

Oh yeah, the bards name, funnily enough, was Zeus.

Honestly, Syzoth misses that pervert. 

He never got the chance to…

Doesn't matter.

Grieving about the dead never did anyone any good.

…

Eldertown's winding streets led the way, illuminated by lanterns crafted with exquisite artistry. These lanterns, resembling miniature forests themselves, cast intricate patterns of light and shadow on the moss-covered walls of the buildings. 

Venturing deeper into the heart of the town, Syzoth couldn't escape the intoxicating scent of blooming wildflowers. It was as if the very air was perfumed with the essence of nature's beauty, enveloping him in a fragrant embrace. The floral aroma became a constant companion on his path, enhancing the dreamlike quality of his journey, as if trying to ease the alchemist and make him relax.

Soon they were accompanied by a magical symphony. The soft rustling of leaves overhead provided the melody, while the chirping of unseen birds added harmonious notes to the composition. 

Eldertown revealed its secrets in the form of hidden nooks and crannies. Quaint alleyways beckoned with their promises of undiscovered wonders, their cobblestone paths leading to charming shops and stalls. Each turn held the potential for surprise, and Syzoth couldn't help but marvel at the intricate craftsmanship and the offerings of the city's artisans.

Syzoth realized only a few moments later that as both of them ventured deeper into Eldertown, the interplay of light and shadow was starting to become an enchanting spectacle. Sunlight filtered through the lush canopy above, creating a patchwork of dancing beams that painted the cobblestone streets with shifting patterns of illumination. It felt as if the very streets were alive.

Looking to his left, he saw how dozens of children of all races sat around another tree. He then realized that the tree seemed to talk to them, it's gnarled tree trunks that lined the streets whispered stories of ages past. The children were reaching out and touching the rough bark, feeling a connection to the wisdom held within these ancient sentinels. The trees' presence was their reminder that Eldertown's history was intertwined with the natural world, creating a sense of reverence for the city's deep roots.

A few moments later, Syzoth remembered that Eldertown wasn't known for being just a place for its humanoid inhabitants; it was a sanctuary for a variety of wildlife. He spotted squirrels darting along the branches, their fluffy tails flickering like russet flames, and heard the distant calls of birds nesting in the treetops. Even the city's creatures seemed to acknowledge the magical cat's guidance, offering fleeting glimpses of their existence.

To the addition to the scent of wildflowers, Syzoth noticed the vibrant colors that adorned Eldertown's streets. Hanging baskets of blossoms dangled from shopfronts, and window boxes overflowed with trailing vines and vibrant blooms. The city's flora painted a vivid tapestry of colors, adding to the dreamlike quality of his journey.

Throughout the journey, Syzoth felt a subtle but undeniable presence. It was as if the very city itself was watching him, guiding him toward his destination. Eldertown's spirit seemed to be palpable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his presence was welcomed, as if he were part of a larger, mystical narrative.

As they approached a cozy and dimly lit bar, its sign bearing the name "The Weary Wanderer," he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Just as he hoped, in the comforting embrace of the city's bustling nightlife, he could blend in effortlessly. To the citizens of Eldertown, he was just another lizardman seeking a bit of respite from the world.

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Myz then paused before the entrance, its eyes locking onto the lizardman's once more, as if conveying a message of assurance.

Then, it disappeared.

With a deep breath, Syzoth pushed open the door and stepped inside. The interior was cozy and warm, the air filled with the soothing sounds of laughter and conversation.