Kei sat on the deck of the ship. He listened to the ice weep as it was shattered by the metal front that pushed against it as the boat rocked with the waves. They were docked at a small town, Ravenshire. The opposite of where he was from, it was a lot different from the desert, covered in icy frost and snow. A western civilization, buried by the surrounding mountains and ice; it looked dull, with stone homes and smoke pillowing out the chimney. The sound of yelling blocked out much else.