In a flash of light and sound that reverberates through your bones, you finally arrive at the Great City of Armia. Ears still ringing, you look around, tightly clutching the tattered note. You are greeted by a sea of unfamiliar faces, most with looks that are as lost as yours. The teleportation didn't leave you naked, but it didn't provide anything more than meager provisions to ensure today’s survival . A quick check in your backpack garnered only some old garbs, a frail weapon and a few potions. You realize that getting additional provisions and better equipment are needed to endure in this strange land.
The streets are already filled with people. A soft winds blows through the crowded streets, caressing your skin with its cool breeze. But the wind bites, persuading you to pull your ragged clothes closer to your body. The thought of curling up and sitting in a warm corner beside a hearth seems very appealing at this moment, though you're not sure if it's the cold or... the loneliness.
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