The outskirts of the Northern region of the city are filthy. There are lots of dangerous areas that have been long abandoned and he lives here. Happily, I may add. There's a group of them. They have tents and wagons set up. There are children and women singing and dancing all over the place. The vibrant colors of their homes and spaces are beyond beautiful. It's obvious they aren't from here. They don't look like the natives. Their hair is wild, their features are sharper, they have beautiful accents.
"They're Irish," the General sat down next to me on the tower.
"How did you find me?" I asked offering something called caramels. A woman gave me a bag full when I was walking through the main street to get here this afternoon. He took some.
"What is this?" he asked tryi
