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The conversation turns a lot more casual after that, and the three of you pass through a smaller city known as Yahhoy on your way to the Land of Korin. You're not ashamed to admit that you spent a day there to enjoy a relaxed day with your friends, specifically having gone to the local carnival to see what these 'amusement rides' were like and watch Azalea magically make a watermelon-sized mass of cotton candy disappear. You also got your faces painted, with Barbar getting his done like a lizard, Azalea getting hers done like a harlequin, and you breaking the mold by getting yours done like a rabbit...for the luck, of course! You even get some pictures out of it, which you quietly tuck away in a safe spot of your bag so it wouldn't get damaged.
Once your day of relaxation is over, you pick up the pace and run with Barbar towards the land of Korin, getting there by noon. You can see the tower clearly jutting up into the sky long before you arrive, imposing with a huge disc or orb nestled at the top. You do have to maneuver through some forest paths to get there, but it's hardly any trouble at all for someone with as much experience in the untamed woods as you have. There, tucked away in a clearing around Korin's tower, seems to be an outcrop of colorful painted tents. Tanned people walk around, many of them looking at your arrival with curiosity, though the majority seem preoccupied with whatever daily tasks they may need to do. Several of them seem to be carving into large plates of stone that have been set up near one of the larger tents, of which the plates look strikingly similar to the reliefs carved onto Korin's tower.
As you approach the tower itself, an old man steps out of the tent closest to it, stepping in your path to presumably speak to you. He's supported by a gnarled wooden staff that must be as ancient as he based on how worn it looks, and has copious amounts of colorful paint decorating his face, alongside an equally colorful feather headdress on. "Welcome, visitors, to the Sacred Lands of Korin." he says, shakily offering his free hand.
You shake it without a moment's hesitation, of course, smiling. "Thanks! You have a beautiful village out here. Do you get many guests?" You ask, earning a chuckle from the old man after he retracts his hand.
"Oh, no, not so much these days. Those who do come are more interested in the tower than the village, of course. Is that not why you came?" He asks, gesturing to the tower behind him.
"It is, but we're not in such a hurry that we can't admire your village. It reminds me a lot of home, actually!" You reply, Barbar apparently nodding as well...huh, you'll have to ask him what his home was like, if this looks similar to him.
