Ezal sprinted through the cold streets of Agilegale. Blue-green coloured lights of enchanted lamps were somewhat nostalgic to him, a distant memory of his hometown always popping up in his mind. They were made with a careful craftsmanship, one he remembered to be from long passed away Zeau of Babapara. Among many master blacksmiths of Aenon, he was considered to be one of the best. A pity he died early.
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