Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150101014436/@comment-7637833-20150123055516

"Well, we did just arrive on a continent on the other side of the ocean," Marco replied, paying the travel fee to the attendant there. "So, uh... welcome to Panselvania!"

Panselvania seemed rather dreary in comparison to the sunny, white building speckled hills of Apotos. The weather, for a start, was very cloudy, blocking the sun from reaching the place. A light drizzle of rain came down from the clouds above, thankfully too small to prompt the need for coats and hats. Much of the architecture around here fit with the weather - houses, shops, and markets seemed to have a Victorian Gothic theme about them, for they had muted brown wooden beams, grey and blue shingles amongst yellow-orange windows, and tan-beige paint on the walls. The dirt seemed a very dark brown against grey stone pathways, and miniature gardens of rosebushes and other plants could be seen near various houses. The people milling around were mostly dressed in black and dark grey clothing, like what Marco had on.

In spite of the depressing atmosphere, the people seemed to be very lively and friendly. There was talk about a new gardening competition in the market district, and few young minks and canines were running around laughing as they played. Shopkeepers called out their wares to potential buyers, and there was a nearby cafe advertising a new scone recipe out front.