Kharis Inaralei wiped his brow, pushing through the brush and gazing down at the valley below. It had been an arduous journey, riddled with danger, and it was only by some miracle that he had managed to avoid the myriad stomachs of the monsters and bandits on the way here. But at long last, the gleaming capital city Spiritscar was laid out before him like a child's playset. Here, his long, pointed ears and small size would not mark him as different and strange but as one of our own, a Varlyn jus