Gabriel walked the streets of the Cantalian Capital with a light escort of ten men. It was a very unique city, with just as many canals weaving their way through as there were streets. The buildings were primarily single story though a few were built into and on the trees themselves. They’d learned the building techniques for them from aelves that had lived alongside them in the ages before the calamity. You could see a lot of the aelves in Cantalia, including the occasionally inhuman eyes or slightly pointed ears that came from a mixed heritage. None of the full-blooded remained though.He’d set a few scribes to make copies of a number of the historical texts he’d found in the castle after he’d moved in. He had a library full of old history back in Burndan. Old works that had never been shared between neighboring countries had been copied and collected back in that library. He hoped someday to be able to sit and read them. He’d loved history back on Earth, and that hadn’t even had magic, dragons, aelves, and dwarves. Of course, he was fairly certain he’d never be able to go through them. “Sir, I must ask again that we return to the Castle. There are known loyalist elements here,” said the armored man to his right.“I appreciate your concern Lieutenant Darien, but that’s why I’m walking the streets openly.” He did a quick mental check on the barriers he’d summoned around himself as well as feeling the weight of the antivenom and antidotes hidden within his light coat. Even the most powerful poison wouldn’t kill him quickly with his durability as high as it was, but they could still kill him if given enough time, and he wanted to be prepared.“Either I walk the streets like this, absorb some of the danger, and flush them out, or you and the other men will be the targets for dozens of attacks, and while I know you’re very capable, there will be losses. I want to avoid those.”“Sir, we are all willing to make that sacrifice.” (...)