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3 weeks later

The city hums as merchants with colourful fabrics and spices and meats trade near its high walls. In the distance sits a grand circular fort. Red with history and blood and of course the well shaped clay. The fort can be mistaken for a palace in the morning light. However the clay detailing the families history on the outside of the First wall serves a reminder everyone of the path this house took power. Inside the "Blood Palace" as most locals called is a garden. This garden has a small Bangoulap like cabin, accented by the lovely Jacaranda tree which has stood at that the very centre since The Great Shewolf herself planted it here over six hundred years ago.