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It was days before they arrived at Siran's place. As it turned out, Nymoria Manor was surrounded by a natural citadel, cliffs and waterfalls creating a large circle, in which his home was located. The entrance to this citadel was a path carefully hidden behind a waterfall. The carriage could not fit, however, so they were forced to leave it, and continue of foot. Through the cave behind the waterfall, they found themselves behind another waterfall, an beyond that was the citadel interior. There were many waterfalls along the cliffs, mirroring the ones on the outside. There were trees and flowers, and herbs of all kind. It was like a small meadow, and in the center of it was a very large moat, on the land in the center of which sat the manor in all its splendor. It was certainly a sight to behold.

A small land bridge connected the manor to the rest of the garden, and on it stood a man. Siran Nymoria himself.

His skin was a deep tan, contrasting to his long, shining, silver-white hair, reaching down to just above his ankles. His clothes reflected what we would consider an Arabian origin. But most curious about this man was his ears. They were pointed, not unlike an elf's, but where an elf's ears pointed back, his pointed up, creating something of a curved teardrop shape. The only other race with similar era were the imps, but they had tails and rather... interestingly shaped legs. But lacking either of those, he was something neither Cormac nor Wyn had ever seen.