381 Travels

 "Excuse me, my lady," said a tall, clean-shaven man with little to no hair remaining. Blue eyes, a common trait among those in high-standing, or so what was written once in an article, sternly placed itself to she who spoke. A brown-suit in a peculiar style, two bodyguards stood outside the room. Dorino's secretary found information linking the man who saved him to this very building. Stood at the epicenter of the district named Leonval, to the north of Melmark separated by a bridge over an ever-flowing river. Leonval; described many as the heart of Alphia for it was there all major companies, conglomerates, and more, made their headquarters. From industrial to magical, any factory or research facilities had to have their base of operations here. An unwritten rule as it made traveling and trading with one another easier. There also were those who chose to have their main-offices at the port located to the East.