After hearing about Custodis Silenti, an all Alfar clan that seemed to hold true to the racial pride and camaraderie I had been looking for, it didn't take me long before deciding they would be a good home for me. Thankfully, I was quickly accepted into their ranks as a recruit.
The members I got to know were extremely helpful, and suggested that I make the move from my current home to the clan's primary city. It was a long run, but so very worth it in the end. Not only did I boost my bank by a few hundred gold from random chests along the way, but I also came across an unlucky adventurer apparently overcome by giant man-scorpions. Seeing as he was dead, I thought nothing of taking the plate mail armor and other assorted goods left on his corpse. He wouldn't be needing them any more.
However, even more valuable than all of the belongings I had found, possibly more valuable than everything I had the good fortune to come across so far, would be the comfort of living out of a clan's city. The entire area surrounding the city was mapped out and protected by the clan. Sure, bad guys would wander in some times, but there is always a brother willing to help only a short distance away. Not only is everyone willing to help in the literal sense, they also provide solid advice on how and what should to train, methods of making profits, and generally being a swell bunch of people.
Yes, I had found a home. In both the literal and sappy sentimental senses.
Say sappy sentimental senses five times as fast as you can, I dare you.
L2Enunciate, n00bs.
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