"So this is the famous Sasya!" Mark murmured, walking after the juggler.
"Yes, what do you think of here?"
Mark carefully studied the city, gazing up, he saw the flying machines and those strange twisted railings. Glassy Globe-like trains were sneaking through them and lights were twinkling on them.
"My grandfather must come and see here! Maybe he stopped scolding Prince Richard and his humans!"
"Technology is good but not when they extract the energy by disabling the pixies. I have heard that the forest in the west side of Sasya got damaged and if I am not wrong, it is because of losing the cores and pixies."
The juggler halted in front of a shop! Entering the place, the seller was a bulky man with an artificial mechanical hand and leg. His eyes were golden yellow and told Mark from which race he was. A werewolf.
"Hello, cousin!"
