This truly was a fascinating place. All manner of stores and services were being provided by its inhabitants, all from varying worlds and dimensions. Rebuilding ones life after arrival seemed more the norm than a last resort, hence Medusa questioned weather she would ever find her way back home. A quaint question for a heroic spirit who would normally vanish after the war’s conclusion.
Although one to keep to herself, something did catch the Rider’s eye, a young girl whose scent was rather vexing. Not seeming like an ordinary human, there was a certain allure to her and caution swiftly bent to curiosity. “Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?”
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