Vener, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 76th day of Spring, Ardantean Township, Nhils' Il Bucay Outskirts
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The sun was more unforgiving in the land of the Ardants than that of the land she grew from. She took a deep breath and sipped from her gourd as their caravan marched towards the township of Nhils' Il Bucay, or the city of the Burning Sun.
The township of Nhils' was just across the Great Dune, just across the little land bridge connecting the West from the East which in Ardantean tongue they called the Dhihila, or the Reaching Tongue.
Everything in the Western continent was too strange for Orphella. Despite the names of their places where they either name over a body part or an obvious death trap, their culture was far different compared to the eastern nation. They were by far more welcoming to demi-humans than the Arterians could ever be.
