The murmurs of the crowded paved streets of Kwama filled Serci’s ears as the mid day traffic peaked. Near the left wing a blending pot of cultures mixed into the street, throngs of races heading in every direction. It was a quite, organized chaos, if one was used to heavy traffic. Serci easily blended him self into the crowd and made his way from each healing service to healing service. The rear of the giant beetle held an array of made up huts where Serci stood quietly observing Onnen’s way of healing.The right wing was more structured, buildings that housed a number of staff that took care of the various clients that came in. The left wing, however, held a blend of the two.
With Onnen now open to the rest of Revaliir, Serci was tasked learning about the various healing magics of Onnen and share his knowledge with Onnen’s. When he had heard of the giant beetle that held an array or cultures and magic, Serci set his path towards the beetle. He was welcomed warmly, looking on top of a hill, waving to the citizens high up on the beetle. They cheered and howled as they let loose an elongated ladder, which Serci climbed, thus beginning his stay on the beetle. From the locals, he learned that the beetle’s named was Kwama.
His golden blonde hair that hung loosely around his grey and white robes, Serci was undeniably a visitor, and stuck out like a sore thumb. His visit was not a waste, though. No, Serci made many a friend, and learned much, even spreading Angela’s renown to the many races of Kwama. Despite his success, he couldn’t deny missing Canelux. Onnen was so unknown to him, and so vast with plenty to learn and understand, it was overwhelming. Once a upon time, The mere city of Adeluna boggled his mind in size, but Onnen proved to be a challenge for the Divine Artificer.
Shaking away his thoughts, Serci wondered the clean streets, his eyes on the various vending stalls and buildings. The distant horizon blocked by the towering structures that somehow never collapse from the constant movement from the beetle. The streets were teeming with color and livelihood as he passed inns with different races playing instruments, encouraging patrons to dance and sing. Laughter filled his ears, as he gently smiled and passed inns and taverns. As he made his towards the rear of the beetle along its left wing Serci passed by a simple building, that advertised a healing seminar that passersbys could participate in. Parting a beaded curtain, Serci made his way through and stood near the back of a well sized common room and observed silently as a pair of well dressed Elves tended to an orc with a painted on scar running down it’s forearm.
