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The Elven city of Lusea sprawled resplendently across a lush, rolling valley just south of the border between the hudoo, it had been a center of trade between the Republic, Daina, and the subterranean lands of the now-extinct Dwarves, who lived beneath the distant cradlingOrobia Basin to the iround cities, now cruhost towns, could still be seen: massive portraits of ancient leaders carved into even more ancient stone, noorn froh small in size, Lusea's mild year-round pleasant climate and atmosphere made for frequent visits by residents of nearby towns and villages But in summertime, Lusea was not only a beautiful vacation spot in the Republic; it was the place to be There were carnivals and bustling crowds by day, and quiet, lazy nights filled with fireflies, hundreds of open-air restaurants, and romantic boat rides in the peaceful waters of the Selisna River that wound through the heart of the city

On this beautifulazure blue sky A gentle, war treetops while flocks of colorful exotic birds flew high overhead It was one of those especially lovely days, when the golden sunlight bathed the city in its full splendor It sprinkled through the leaves of the swaying trees and glinted off of the platinus Like soundless ht upon the busy streets

It was odd that of all the city's residents, there would be, of all beings, an elf that displayed such a severe contrast to the day's cheerful brilliance Those who recognized hi-tirandparents, and even great-great-grandparents

"I guess even elves have bad days," a wo attire muttered to her boyfriend as they passed him: an elf with an odd coure His eyes were gentle looking and deep blue; his straight, wispy pale blond hair just brushed the top of his shoulders In addition to his unusually huht, his chin was h collared, white tunic triht blue sleeves of his under tunic showed proolden sash, above blue pants and simple brown leather shoes