Early morning, on a street in the Lower City District of Dawn City.
"Graen! It's Graen, he's back!"
"Quick! Quick, go tell Old Chuck."
This was the Commoner housing district for the humans of the Karte Continent.
Here, a row of five stone houses and three shops had been allocated as residences for the survivors from the Mist Forest.
The environment wasn't great, but it wasn't too bad either.
At the very least, it was countless times better than the conditions for the tens of thousands of Celtic People enslaved in the Right City District.
Graen was dressed in a suit of Light Armor, his entire bearing brimming with a spirit that was worlds apart from the person he was a year ago.
Seeing Graen arrive, the surrounding people and some children quickly gathered around him.
"Ah! Brother Graen, you haven't been back in so long! How are things over at the City Lord's Mansion?"
