Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
Beyond the picturesque countryside and the slave chained to the farmhouse and the cave without screaming, near the edge of a forest, there is a town. It is constructed mainly of wood, surrounded by a stone wall. There's a market - outside the wall, actually, though near it - and people are selling miscellaneous goods, frequently out of wagons apparently brought here by horses.
Anda's viewpoint swoops through the streets, looking for the library and watching and listening along the way for anyone who looks sick or injured or like they're having some other straightforward problem that can be solved with a bit of anonymous good luck.
