Pyra

The town's name was...Pyra. Alastair could tell from the inscriptions they had at the entrance. The letters were quite similar to those in Elderien and they looked like they were just inscribed. As the letters were the first things Alastair noticed about the city, the gloomy nature of the place was the next thing that came to mind.

Whenever they walked past people, they usually for a stare or two. Alastair wondered why that was. It was not that they were dirty or anything. Alastair watched the people as each walked past him and all he could observe was that Pyra was a terribly depressed place. Why were they gloomy? What happened to their joy?

"Is it just me or is this town creepy?" Cara asked Alastair and she suddenly made eye contact with a young woman. The woman suddenly looked away like she was vermin. Cara scoffed.

"She's not even pretty." She muttered as she tried to catch up with Alastair.

"I don't think they like us very much." She said to him.

"Just keep going. Do not mind the
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