As I stepped into Ravenwood station, a sense of nostalgia washed over me. The train station exuded an old-world charm, harkening back to a bygone era before the advent of industrialization. The architecture showcased intricate details, with ornate pillars supporting the high arched ceilings.

The walls were adorned with vintage advertisements, faded with time but still bearing hints of their once vibrant colors. Sunlight filtered through large stained-glass windows, casting a warm and ethereal glow throughout the station.

Approaching the ticket counter, I found myself face to face with a young woman behind the glass frame. Her ears, resembling those of a cat, twitched with curiosity as she glanced up at me with kind eyes.

A warm smile played upon her lips as she greeted me, “Welcome to Ravenwood station. How may I assist you today?”

“I would like to purchase an economy-class ticket for the train to Elysium, please,” I said, returning her smile.

“With pleasure, sir. That’ll be thirty moonstones.”

I nodded and passed her a bill for fifty.

With a nod, she skillfully navigated the array of buttons and levers on her side of the counter, swiftly processing my request. After a brief moment, she slid my ticket and change through the small gap in the glass.

“Thank you for traveling with Phoenix Express and we hope you have a good journey to Elysium. Safe travels!”

I reciprocated her warm wishes and turned away from the counter, clutching the ticket in my hand. Glancing at the split-flap display, I noticed that I had a bit of time before my train’s departure. Twenty minutes to be exact.

As I walked to the designated gate, I couldn’t help but observe the diverse crowd of passengers from all walks of life. There were families with young children in strollers, solo travelers lost in their own thoughts, and groups of friends sharing stories and laughter.

Finding a vacant bench, I settled down, the coolness of the wooden slats seeping through my clothing.

After the crazy morning I’d just experienced, this small pocket of tranquility was a welcome reprieve. I looked up at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh, as I allowed the weight of the morning’s events to settle.

The day had started like any other. I woke up to the first rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains, a gentle nudge to embrace the new day. I quickly showered, feeling the water invigorate my senses and wash away any lingering drowsiness.

After a quick breakfast, I paid my bill and returned the room key, bidding farewell to the cozy accommodations that had sheltered me.

Stepping out into the streets of Ravenwood, I soon realized that its small size seemed to hide a labyrinth of confusing alleys and deceptive corners. Lost in the maze, I found myself circling familiar paths, growing more disoriented with each futile attempt.

In the midst of my frustration, a ray of hope emerged in the form of a kind street vendor. Offering their assistance, the vendor provided me with clear directions, pointing me toward the right path.

If it hadn’t been for the vendor, I would have probably never made it to the station.

As I sat lost in my thoughts, a distant sound reached my ears- a piercing whistle, echoing through the station.

I turned my head in the direction of the noise, and my eyes widened as a train came into view. It was a majestic sight, a behemoth of iron and steam, gliding along the tracks with an air of purpose.

I marveled at the impressive length of the train, counting each wagon as they rolled by. There was a grand total of thirty-five wagons attached to the train. Eventually, the train came to a halt, and the piercing screech of brakes filled the air.

With a quick glance at my ticket, I confirmed that I was assigned to wagon number eleven and rose from the bench to join the bustling crowd making their way toward the train.

The cabin attendant, dressed in a neatly pressed uniform, greeted me with a warm smile as I presented my ticket. With a swift glance and a nod of approval, I was granted passage to my designated seat.

Fortunately, I managed to secure a window seat, providing me with a panoramic view of the passing landscapes.

Settling into my seat, I placed my bags on the empty seat beside me, relishing the comfort and solitude. The worn upholstery of the seat hugged my body as I gazed out the window, anticipation building within me. The train attendants, dressed in blue uniforms, moved gracefully through the aisles, ensuring the passengers were settled and comfortable.

As the train lurched forward, a gentle vibration passed through the carriage, signaling the beginning of our journey. I could hear the rhythmic chugging of the steam engine even from where I sat.

The scenes outside the window unfolded like a real-life painting, showcasing the natural beauty and quaint villages of Everlorn.

It wasn’t before long I lost myself in the passing landscapes. Rolling hills covered in grass, cascading waterfalls that sparkled in the sunlight, and charming farms dotted along the way. The train trundled on, carrying me farther away from the familiarity of the countryside.

Time seemed to stretch and contract, the minutes blending into hours as the train pressed on. I took occasional breaks from my reverie, engaging in brief conversations with fellow passengers and listening to snippets of their stories.

As the train approached Elysium, a surge of excitement and anxiety welled up within me. I leaned forward in my seat, peering through the window, eager for my first glimpse of the sprawling city.

From a distance, Elysium appeared majestic, its towering spires and domed structures reaching towards the heavens. The city walls, adorned with intricate carvings, stood as evidence of its rich history.

As the train drew nearer, I noticed a stark contrast between the rural towns of Everlorn and the lively metropolis that was Elysium. The bustling streets teemed with a vibrant array of life. Horse riders clattered alongside horse-drawn carriages, intermingling with the occasional mechanical vehicle. The city was an amalgamation of the past and the present, where old customs and modern advancements coexisted in harmony.

The city streets were crowded with a blend of people from all walks of life, serving as a vibrant melting pot for various races and cultures. Beastfolk, distinguished by their unique features, mingled seamlessly with elves and dwarves, creating a captivating blend of diversity.

The train eventually rolled to a stop, the screech of metal against metal piercing the air. Gathering my belongings, I stood up, joining the throng of passengers disembarking from the train.

The station itself was a sight to behold. The buzzing station reminded me of an old photograph I had seen of Grand Central Station in the fifties. People hurried about, their footsteps echoing against the polished floors. The sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, creating a symphony of social interaction.

Navigating through the crowd, I marveled at the diverse faces and the kaleidoscope of people.

Merchants showcased their items, enticing onlookers with their vibrant displays. The scent of exotic spices and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, tempting my senses.

Exiting the bustling train station, I raised my hand to call for a taxi.

A small cab pulled up by the curb, and as I opened the door, I was surprised to see a birdman sitting behind the wheel. With a friendly smile, I climbed into the backseat and fastened my seatbelt.

“Good day, sir. Where can I take you today?” the cab driver asked.

“To the Adventurer Guild,” I replied, grateful for the efficient mode of transportation.

“Ah, the Adventurer Guild,” the cab driver remarked, a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes. "One of the coolest places in the city..."

“Is it?” I asked, feeling genuinely confused. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or sarcastic. His thick accent made it hard for me to discern.

“Nah, not really,” the cab driver said, snorting as he laughed. “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Vick. What about you?”

“I’m Gilbert.”

“Well then, Gilbert, nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Gilbert said, adjusting his rearview mirror before accelerating into the flow of traffic.

As I peered out of the window, my eyes widened in awe at the sprawling expanse of towering buildings that dominated the downtown area. It was hard to fathom that a mere forty-eight hours ago, I had been meandering through a forest.

“So, Vick, where do you come from?” Gilbert inquired, his focus divided between the road ahead and our conversation.

“I just arrived from Ravenwood,” I replied, observing the diverse cityscape passing by.

Gilbert nodded knowingly. “Ah, Ravenwood. A nice little town that is. I’ve been there once before. Lovely people and a charming atmosphere... Quite different from the bustling chaos of Elysium, I must say.”

“You think Elysium is chaotic?”

“You know, Vick, this city used to be different,” Gilbert began, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and exasperation. “Back in the day, the streets were calmer, the air was cleaner. But now, it’s all gone to crap. The crime rates are through the roof, the cost of living is higher than ever before, and every couple of months, taxes keep increasing...”

As I listened to Gilbert’s grievances, my thoughts intertwined with his words. While Elysium promised adventure and opportunities, it also carried its own set of challenges. But didn’t every large city carry its unique set of challenges?

“That’s not all,” Gilbert continued, his voice filled with frustration. “The traffic, oh gods, the traffic! It’s like a never-ending maze. You’d think the mayor would do something about it, but all we get are empty promises of new roads... And don’t get me started on the state of the east side. The mayor swore to fix those streets ages ago, but it’s still a nightmare to drive through.”

As Gilbert’s words echoed in my mind, I couldn’t help but hope that his monologue wouldn’t go too deep into politics. I was the last person who wanted to hear about politics, especially after being on a train for the better part of the day.

“But you know what truly bothers me?” Gilbert continued, a tinge of sadness coloring his voice. “It’s the lost sense of community in this city... We’ve forgotten what it means to truly care for one another. People are so wrapped up in their own lives, that they’re too busy to help their neighbors.”

Oh, I see what’s happening. I think I know where he’s going with this...

“Whatever happened to decency?” I said, knowing Gilbert was bound to say it at some point.

“Exactly!” Gilbert exclaimed, offering me a fist bump.

I felt a chuckle rising up my throat, but I forced it down, not wanting to piss off poor old Gilbert.

As we approached the Adventurer Guild, Gilbert’s voice softened, his tone turning reflective. “But hey, it’s not all doom and gloom. Elysium has its charm. Opportunities abound, adventures await, and the spirit of perseverance still burns bright in many. Perhaps you’ll find your place here, Vick. Just remember, keep your wits about you, and never lose sight of who you are.”

As I stepped out of the cab, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that I wouldn’t have to listen to the never-ending monologue.

I paid Gilbert, bidding him farewell as I turned and found myself in front of a large brick building.

The adventurer guild stood as an impressive structure, its grandeur visible from the moment I stepped onto the sidewalk. The building towered above its surroundings, catching the sunlight, and giving it a subtle glow.

As I stepped through the doors, the sudden hush of conversation and the curious gazes that turned my way made me momentarily self-conscious. Despite the size of the guild, the interior was surprisingly calm, with only a few adventurers scattered around tables, engrossed in their activities. The scent of cigarettes lingered in the air, mixing with the sound of shuffling cards and laughter.

Navigating my way through the room, I approached the front desk, murmurs and chuckles following my every step.

“Hey look. Some dwarf just walked in.”

“What is he wearing? He looks like a newbie to me...”

“Why is he wearing a mask?”

“Hahahaha... Probably wants to hide his ugly face or something...”

I maintained my composure, ignoring the prying eyes.

Even at a distance, it was obvious that a few people were having fun at my expense. Fortunately for me, I couldn’t care less. I knew all too well the life of an adventurer, seeing that I’d been one in my old life. The only difference was that back on earth, we used the term “hunter” instead of “adventurer”.

Reaching the front desk, I noticed an absence of guild staff.

Just as a sense of uncertainty began to settle, I spotted a small bell on top of the counter. With a delicate ring, I announced my presence, hoping to rouse the attention of someone responsible.

To my surprise, the sound of the bell triggered a cascade of papers soaring into the air. A young elf woman emerged from beneath the desk, her glasses slightly askew and her short blond hair tousled. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she hurriedly gathered the scattered documents, stammering an apology for her unexpected slumber.

“I-I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with genuine remorse. “I must have dozed off. Please forgive me for the inconvenience.”

“It’s quite alright,” I assured her, internally sighing at the peculiar encounter. “I understand the demands of a tiring day. We all have our moments.”

She straightened her glasses, a flicker of relief crossing her face. “Thank you for your understanding, sir... How can I assist you?”

With a friendly smile, I nodded and confirmed my intention. “I’m here to register as an adventurer.”

Scratching the back of her head, the elf woman returned my smile. “That’s fantastic! We’re always thrilled to welcome new adventurers. Let’s get you started.”