- Return -

"Pamilva, what a unique name. What does it mean?" I asked. The three of us were walking back to the shady part of the city where Fergon made shop. I hadn't explained to the paladin about where we were going yet. 

"Ah. Uhm. Well... it's nothing to special. It's a name my mother gave me since my father was absent at the time. I believe it means... family? Or something. It goes a long way, so I don't really know." Pam said.

The paladin walked beside us and followed our pace. The sun was still up but it felt like as if hours had already gone by. 

Two small boxes stuffed with seafood and fish, alongside a bucket full of shrimp, floated to our right, following us as we walked. 

A small ball of fire blazed in the empty air next to Zeal. It floated a safe distance away, and the heat it gave off wasn't anything concerning. Its main purpose was to cook the food.