"How about we pick somewhere closer to home?" I said. Henry looked and nodded in agreement.
Our walk spanned the barely used road that leads to the town of Linel. Few words were exchanged between me and Henry. I was fascinated at the sights before me.
From this perspective,, Icould pretty much assume that the place is a stone milling town. The mountain up north is riddled with buildings with heavy machines not far in between.
"Did you say you father owned a stone mill?"
"He used to. But mom turned the place into a tourist destination."
"How? People pay to see rocks?"
"Pretty much. But it's not just any rock. Look at the side of the mountain."
I squinted my eyes and looked. The shape of the mountain side is obscured by the passing clouds. Moments passed and the wind blew it away. There is a cave but large stalactites encircled the opening. Above the entrance were two green orbs that glistened with the sunlight. I squinted further and saw the hundred's of people roaming around the place.
"A dog?" I said.
"Dog? It's a direwolf, Linel's patron animal. There's rides inside and snacks. We should go there once you possessed someone."
"I'll think about it kid."
A few moments more and we reached the place I pointed. Picturesque houses lined both sides of the road with verdant lawns in between. The place was the definition of the high life.
"Do you know any of these people kid?"
"In face yes. But names, no. My mom handles that."
As walk under the shade, I already see the lifestyle of the people living here. One house from the left has cars sloppily parked in the lawn. Beer bottles and passed out half-naked teenagers are trashed on such beautiful garden.
"Frat house." I muttered. I don't know why but I seem to remember the name for such horrendous place.
"So that's that they're called." Henry said.
On the immediate right was a complete opposite of the frat house. The walls, pristine eggshell color. The windows shine like the orbs on that direwolf cave. The only blotch on such perfect house is the owner, a black figure peering in the direction of the frat house. For a young looking guy, the atmosphere gives him the appearance of 30-year-old.
"Have you picked anyone yet?"