One had noticed Chrono's determination recently; his work ethics, effort and survival instincts. That same person had noticed the exhaustion written on his face, so he was recommended to pay a visit here, where work was limited and peace was at its utmost: Peace Village. Such an occasion reminded the man of his time in Talonia, but even then he encountered lots of drunks, along with someone he had delightfully conversed with for a while afterwards - not much silence in that event. Well, to be fair, he was eager to experience the latter, but simultaneously, he wanted to learn more about himself. You could say this was part two of his soul-searching. Naturally, doing so here was much more relaxing; it gave Chrono the vibe that freedom was more available here than anywhere else.
As a traveler, Chrono could never recall the entirety of any experience he had been through, other than those that had just occurred recently, for example. He could always recognize faces he had seen in the past, but never a day he had lived completely. Only his memory was to blame for this, as the male could swear now he was living close to 50 generations at this point in time. To everyone, he still appeared as someone looking in their teens; someone whose physical form didn't appear perfectly developed, but youthful despite his actual age. Albeit, this did not stop him from ever going through a phase like this - making a decision like such.
Everything seemed rather quiet indeed among this atmosphere, though Chrono knew that no matter where he went, there was always something special happening. Either that, or he was bound to come across someone new, as there was never a place unoccupied by civilization in this continent. Simply put, people were willing to go anywhere. "Let us move to the central area." The king of the sand spoke to the sand endlessly running behind him, "Today, we--" He paused for a moment. Whether it was just around the corner, or from afar, he could sense the magic signature of someone within this village.
As a traveler, Chrono could never recall the entirety of any experience he had been through, other than those that had just occurred recently, for example. He could always recognize faces he had seen in the past, but never a day he had lived completely. Only his memory was to blame for this, as the male could swear now he was living close to 50 generations at this point in time. To everyone, he still appeared as someone looking in their teens; someone whose physical form didn't appear perfectly developed, but youthful despite his actual age. Albeit, this did not stop him from ever going through a phase like this - making a decision like such.
Everything seemed rather quiet indeed among this atmosphere, though Chrono knew that no matter where he went, there was always something special happening. Either that, or he was bound to come across someone new, as there was never a place unoccupied by civilization in this continent. Simply put, people were willing to go anywhere. "Let us move to the central area." The king of the sand spoke to the sand endlessly running behind him, "Today, we--" He paused for a moment. Whether it was just around the corner, or from afar, he could sense the magic signature of someone within this village.