" ‘4301 Clockwork Commons, High Piltover, Piltover.’ Redundant, that last bit…"
Arinwei glanced back up from the neatly-folded paper slip that had been given to her, eyes watching and reading the various signs and markers that lined the buildings she walked by. Piltover, while home to a number of her good friends, was always a bit troublesome for the mage to traverse, its sprawling size and plentiful technological aspects a massive step away from the smaller cities and layouts of Skyrim. Still, the inventions that poured out of the city-state never ceased to pique her interest, so much that she continued to uphold her subscription to a number of ‘tech magazines’ that Vi had helped her to look into, and so took the opportunity to see such devices in person when she could.
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