Zengrad. Kingdom of Nimelon

The chapel began to ring its midday bell. Residents bustled about the streets of the capital, hurrying about their business and living their lives.

Walking along the fence of the main church, you noticed through the bars out of the corner of your eye a man in a black cassock sitting on a bench in the backyard of the church and leisurely leafing through the fragile pages of an old book. His image stood out against the noisy city like a motionless lighthouse during a storm.