"How's it hanging, kiddo?" Chris Pint asked me.
We were standing on the western battlements of the Palanquin Palace's living wood walls. Right above the thousand step rise that led from the city's main thoroughfare up to the palace grounds.
From this vantage point on the eastern edge of Shärleden, one had a breathtaking view of the City of Smiles. Its wooden halls and giant canopy of redwoods and the great waterfall descending down from atop the mighty cliff on the far west end of the valley whose life-giving waters formed into numerous pools and river paths across the city.
"Hey... you didn't bring me all the way up here as an excuse to see the city's fortifications right?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
He laughed out loud as his eyes looked upon the city's breathtaking nightscape while the green-tinged lights of fairy fire and the golden tinge of light-emitting gemstones twinkled before us.
