Fred accepted Hamel's generous offer, and the two rode into the west side
of Vjorica. The city lay a long ways to the west of the central kingdom,
and was thus far away from the juristiction of the King. It was a pleasant
city, but it was also a divided city, shrouded in mystery. One half of it's
population shunned sorcery and the arcane arts, while the other half
embraced it and used magic at their own leisure. This division could be
seen in the architecture, dress, and custom of the people. The west side
was filled with simple stone structures, being home to those who shunned
the way of the arcane. The east side was full of strange spires and
temples, it being home to those who embraced those things. The cart
rode along through the twisting cobblestone streets as a fog began to
settle upon the city. They finally came to Hamel's home, a modest, two-story cottage with a small stable to the side of it. A warm light poured out from it's windows and a steady stream of smoke poured out from the chimney. "Me humble abode!" Hamel said, grinning slightly. "I welcome it's sight after my long travels!"They stabled the horse and entered the cottage through a side door. As Fred entered the house a most pleasant aroma hit him. "Thelma, I meet this 'ere lad on the north road. His name is Fred, he's come to Vjorica to slay a mage!" Thelma was a short, chubby lady with bright blue eyes and a warm smile. "Any mageslayer is welcome in this home!" She exclaimed, nodding to Fred. "Please, have supper with us! We're having rabbit stew!" Suddenly, Fred glimpsed a pig in the corner of the room. He raised an eye
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