"Sir, dost thou know the reason why Keen Village still bears the name of a village? There is, indeed, a tale behind it." Teresa cast a sidelong glance at Limon as they made their way along the thoroughfare, her voice a dulcet murmur, yet carrying with it a clarity that cut through the ambient din. "Before the arrival of the Red Guards, this was naught but a tranquil and idyllic hamlet. But all was transformed when they and the adventurers set foot upon this land. Yonder lies the quarter where the original villagers yet abide. Further on, thou shalt find the market, replete with taverns and sundry shops. The Adventurer's Guild is nigh; let us make our way thither first."
Limon inclined his head in acquiescence to Teresa's counsel.
For adventurers, the Adventurer's Guild was veritably a prime starting point. Guided by Teresa, Limon began to wend his way through the labyrinthine streets of Keen Village.