In the center of Preli town, a woman with black hair and dark skin was waving a feather fan and singing a ballad from an unknown country, while a low-profile man on the side squatted to watch her impromptu performance.
"Hey, Assassin. Is there something you want to follow?" The dancer asked with a smile on her face.
The assassin looked at the sky: "Yes, such as the truth."
"Good middle school." The dancer nodded, "What you follow can be unknown or distinct."
From the gray ruins next to Kedra Village, walk north to the Lost Forest, where it seems to rain forever, just like the eternal snowfields of the Enchanted Ridge, a cursed place where blizzards never stop.
"Actually, if you just go and see the snowfield, it's very beautiful."