--- Point of View: Gust Renarus, two months after departing from Taf ---
The journey so far has been strangely nostalgic. It's been years since I slept in a tree, hunting for every meal, all whilst spriting the forest like a madman.
Ahh, to be young again. However, I can't get caught up in the joy of reliving my youth, I'm on a mission, and I must never forget that.
After two months of easy wilderness travel, it appears that I've arrived at the large city Blaze was always talking about visiting. The trade city of Torn.
Once every five years or so, Blaze would make a trip here to trade and acquire new magical supplies, information, and books.
According to his reports, the city of Torn is a strange one. They care not for race, creed, age, or even ability. The citizens and businesses care about one thing alone.
Money.