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By the time we both had arrived at Siegesian soil, the night had set in. We were riding throughout the night on a drive to the city of Eikrise. I knew of this place, it was a popular city close to the coast of Siegesia, and its citizens frequently traveled to Zahnlauf for the festivals had there once upon a time. I had never seen it in person myself, but I always too.
The city was named in honor of the patron deity who had a temple there. Eikn, the Great Nannie of the Mountains of Yore, and the esteemed wife of the Wargod Woldor that ruled this continent. She was like the queen of the entire land of heroes, and beloved by its people. Viewed as a caretaker, and the mother of civilization below the clouds that the Mountains of Yore stretched past.
Because Woldoria was at war with the aggressive Trinity, we had to pass through lands that were heavily occupied by the Heer, and fortified as a bulwark against any intrusions from the Imperials. It was a depressing sight to see such a beautiful land have to entrench itself so heavily in the ugliness of sandbags and tank traps, bunkers and gun emplacements everywhere, out of the perpetual fear of their aggressors.
[HALE] "Thankfully, because it is night, you won't have to worry about getting seen by anyone. I notice you disguise yourself with just... that blanket, or whatever. We'll pull right into my workshop's garage anyway. I need to get in before they ticket me for breaking curfew!"
The city of Eikrise was something to behold. Never in my life had I seen this many towers and steeples up close like this. The street were paved cobblestones, cement, and the buildings were of a fascinating variety of materials. From polished wood, to brick walls, and granite foundations. Above, the light of a great clocktower ticked away past midnight, and the tricolor flags of Woldoria flew beneath Woldor's Cross.
Though the city was asleep, it felt homely and welcoming. This was a nice place for me to be.
I wondered then how much more vast was the grand city of goats lying at the foot of Woldor's mountain?
[HALE] "And here we are. My workshop."
I saw the sign, emblazoned with green and yellowed lettering. 'Felwischer'. It was closed now, but Hale would get me inside. It was a quaint place, but behind it was a semblance of a large factory. He sold the guns he produced on sight, or wanted to.
We pulled into the garage when it opened to his clicker...
