I must confess that I ended up sleeping most of the day despite the fact that I found my bed on a patch of grass. I feel it was excusable though. After all, I spent the night fighting four thugs and getting knocked around by a thief-magician.

The walk to the city of Tarlea only took a couple of hours or so, but it wasn’t till late in the evening by the time I reached the city gate.



The two great structures I often saw from the land my family worked were Tarlea and Castle Nastri.

While the outside of Lord Nastri’s home was an impressive sight, it could not compare with the city wall and grand palace of Tarlea. Tarlea. The word means “a place of hope.” Often times, after that day, I wondered how it received that name.