7th of Procidens, 5018.
A large sailboat sailed slowly down the river. Carson leaned on the wooden guard railing on the deck, to look onward at the environment that surrounded him. In the distance, he can see the giant palace, dominating the city skyline. Though he did notice the towers were missing, he did start to feel like he was at home.
Standing beside Carson, was his dear friend Herrold, who joined up with Carson to look onward at the great city with a smile. This was the place that the two have been born, and gown up in. So it was nice to come back.
"Look at that. We are finally returning home. Our former home that is," Herrold commented.
"Yea. It appears so. I wonder what had changed while we were gone." Carson remarked.
"Probably nothing much, considering we haven't been gone for a long time," Herrold replied.
"How long do you think we would get to stay?" Carson asked Herrold.