(At Konia/Latvian)
Boredom was wrecking Thalin. He teleported in front of a destroyed house ruins.
His usual visiting place was the desolate Konia.
His old home. He imagined the bubbling market. He had once strolled out from the palace trying to blend into the market.
He never expected to be spotted so easily by some girls. He had run around the market trying to escape them but had instead ran into more “crazy fans”.
He finally conceded and was protected by a painter in his shop but the painter had asked him to let him make an official portrait.
He agreed and finally sneaked back into the palace. Despite how wild the adventure was, he enjoyed it. He missed it but he could never have it back.
A gush of wind flew past him, throwing sand in the eyes. He frowned as he wiped his fac
