It's been quite some time since Georg has traveled. It used to be such an arduous thing, but now with planes and cars and all manner of transportation, he tries to leave the village a little more often.
He finds himself in Columbia this time, in a village not entirely like his own. Most of the villagers, upon finding that he's new in town, point him towards the big house at the center of the village. Go see the Madrigals, they say, They'll help you. Though he does receive some vague warnings about the house being... picky. Whatever that means.
When the stones in front of the house ripple up and knock him off his feet, he discovers what it means. "Hmm," he muses, from his place on the ground. "Perhaps I deserved that."
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He finds himself in Columbia this time, in a village not entirely like his own. Most of the villagers, upon finding that he's new in town, point him towards the big house at the center of the village. Go see the Madrigals, they say, They'll help you. Though he does receive some vague warnings about the house being... picky. Whatever that means.
When the stones in front of the house ripple up and knock him off his feet, he discovers what it means. "Hmm," he muses, from his place on the ground. "Perhaps I deserved that."