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The nightly buzz of the local tavern filled the air with warmth and music, friends and strangers boast of their lives and laugh together. Kira Bulvic carefully pored over the letter, unsure of what to make of it. She had no idea of this place and was not exactly educated on the topic. But, perhaps there is always something that will strike our fate unexpectedly. She told her dear friend, Lothos Darkthorn of this letter since they had been traveling alongside each other for the forgotten months. ‘’I recognize a title from that letter, Kira.’’ He replied hysterically, his smile growing brighter. ‘’They, The Indoren, might give to us a permanent residence.’’ A disoriented expression struck Bulvic, she looked over the letter closely once more, ‘’Why have I never learned of this name?’’ She adjusted herself in her seat. ‘’Are they politicians of sorts?’’ Darkthorn spoke as he finished the last of his cordial meal, glancing up at Kira’s distasteful manner, ‘’Not sure myself, but my father used to speak of such, I think we should meet them.’’ Alas, Kira agreed to make the journey, thanks to the persuasion of her dear friend. They would prepare for the trip that very morning, hoping fate had forgiven them. (ps. I hope I did this right)