Days later, weary travelers crossed the border of Zikeland into Trazamy City, an ever growing trade point, farmland, and home of the peaceful Trazames. Trazamy City hummed with life as the five warriors entered, coming to well-manicured lands full of color and vibrant energy. Starman, exhausted and dirty from trying to keep up with the others as they raced through Zikeland, smiled and relaxed. He turned his grimy face on the city and raised a hand. “Welcome to my home!” he exclaimed jubilantly.

            In the distance low lying buildings rose out of the ground. Waist high stone walls surrounded the structures and even gates had been constructed. It was not a rich city and the poor attempts to make it look so made it seem even more of a country tow...

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