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I Along the dusty road leading to the Kurlasif-Pashjagani ridges, in the south-western corner of the world, sprawling across the sands of a gigantic desert, the fertile Leefharti valley leads to a complex system of mountain passes. It is said that such a marvellous natural resource has been the work of a God, for its location would be defiant of the natural laws of the world and life would normally be impossible. In such a valley, two dark beetle-shaped carriages, trained by twelve black insectoids of gigantic size, were steadily moving towards the mountain passes just outside of the green lands and gently undulated palm trees. In the secondary carriage, a woman with a long ponytail wearing a simple attire and a worn out brown mantle, sat in silence while absent-mindedly looking at a young elf in his mid teens sporting a newly crafted black skirt. The elf playfully moved forwards and backwards in amusement as the ma