Outside the wooden window lattice, verdant vines and leaves hung, and in the distance lay a lake bay, framed by forests. Closer by, a street was lined with southern-style wooden and stone buildings.
But the scenery here was somewhat better; through the woods, one could even see the shimmering surface of the lake, a pier stretching into the water with people fishing on it—both Natives and Invokers.
The girl finally turned back, dressed in a tight dark leather armor that outlined an almost perfect figure—except for her somewhat flat chest. She toyed with a silver dagger at her fingertips, looked across the wooden table, and spoke:
"So, isn't it beautiful here?"
Opposite her sat an elf girl with hair like bluish frost, wearing a moon-white mage robe, holding an oak magic guided wand, looking at her a bit sulkily.
"I ask you, is this fun?"
"What's wrong?"
"Do I have to compliment that you're good-looking?"
The black-haired girl smiled slightly: "You could, you know."
