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Lars' magical abilities and Fjoll's brute strength managed to get the duo a good quantity of venison and one large brown bear pelt as well before they resumed their journey to Drakefell.

Instead of heading straight to the city, though, Lars decided to take a more cenic route in order to enjoy the little things such scenery brought to the journey. He kept chatting with his muscular and silent companion, getting nothing more than grunts and shrugs from the walking corpse which prompted his brain to flash memories of the old times when the mage was friends with real, live people who answered him back.

Ever since his return, Lars' interaction with other sentient beings had been limited to the ocasional traveling merchant whom he exchanged items and knowledge of the world with, so, naturally, the atmoran mage was a bit nervous to finally get back into civilization. Luckily, his return wasn't much far as the duo eventually got to the gates of the city minutes before its closing.

"Good morrow, friends!", he greeted the guards.