“Our mansion in Yexshire will have an armory.” Fenrin laughed, ducking behind a tree. “Then you will have dozens of bows to choose from.” This was the game they played to pass the time. They would plan their dream home, a castle that they would erect in the rebuilt city of Yexshire. It was a daydream that began the day they met when they were twelve, and it still lasted even seven years later.
