{bastion} - sky high
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Nah had already circled the entire area three times, and still, she just couldn’t get enough of it!
This place reminded her of the fairy tales she had read as a child--whenever she actually had the time to do such, at any rate--and she was practically bursting with questions as a result. How was it floating? For what reason was it made? What did all of these buildings do, and better yet...who did these buildings serve?
There were no people that she could find. Not a soul.
Her massive dragon silhouette momentarily blocked out the sun before she descended, slowly, coming to a thunderous stop beside what she assumed to be a distillery. She could smell the goods it produced quite clearly, but she...just...why would anyone desert such a fascinating locale?
This didn’t bode well.
“Hey!” she called out, her voice echoing and distorted. “Is...Is there anybody here?”
