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Oh I am so clever. Look at that, winter is called the cold season here. My wit and creativeness is obviously vast. I am the smartest man alive.
Carabuses are the only reliable way to travel in Verold. There are few connected roads between city-states and even so most people can’t afford both to privately own a vehicle that can cross rough terrain and the cost of purchasing passes through cities. Carabuses usually are not all that expensive unless they are really full, going to a popular destination or over harsh environments. Keaton is poor at planning accordingly.
Yep, there is more than one language in the story. None of the “foreign lines” are really necessary to understand the story, but if the situation does arise to where a translation would at least be beneficial I will put it in the gutter or the margin.
Well, here we go. I’m off to an awkward start being excited to make a comic again and nervous that I won’t meet my unreasonably high expectations. In any case, we begin with our hero sleeping, because I like that standard.