The Trinity selected a small territory with moderate danger, and abundant resources.
Unlike Tamed Quartzals; Refined Quartzals can be abandoned at any time by crossing the available entrances, equal to the monolith's sides.
They trespassed the smooth, stone's exterior, feeling the gelatin touch they are accustomed to.
The immediate atmosphere became obscure, dim crimson light creeped through dark clouds dropping a mild drizzle carrying a deep stench of iron, leather and a hint of vanilla.
Faint instrumental music reached the tower's top, along the echo of hurried steps crossing the gothic streets.
This shouldn't be a problem. If it weren't for the Quartzal's exits embedded, and aligned in the cobblestone floor 20 meters away.
'Who was the idiot in charge of scouting this place?!.'
{How in Fettiyio is this considered small?!}
•Everything seems gloomy, and di-dirty.•
