It was a mid-winter's day in a small village. The name of the village was Beanstalk village, which, most straightforwardly, has its town center hosting a massive beanstalk that stretched over the clouds. I spent the better part of three hours looking around the place, in awe of its small, homely atmosphere. many people took time out of their day, answering my questions, directing me to where I was headed. It still took about three minutes before arriving at the small cottage that was my objective. The old woman was nice, about 60 years old, yet, still not aged to the point of being entirely crippled by time. "Welcome sweetie, If I may ask, how old are you?" I shrugged and asked: "I don't know what year it is, if you could tell me that, I'll be able to tell you an approximate." she looked at me curiously and told me it had been 5 Years since I did my last mission. "I am around... 23? 24? I'll never change, however." she disregarded this as though I was being facetious. I turned away from the old woman, said I waited for another mage, and sat in a nap. WC: 199
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