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The alchemist merely smiled and shrugged. Such philosophical notions were above his scientific mind, and while he liked the sound of the two disciplines coming together, if they did not, it wouldn't worry him much. "Europe?" Remi repeated, a thoughtfully confused smile on his lips and creasing his brows. It wasn't anywhere that he'd heard of, but considering this land was entirely new perhaps that was not so surprising. "Ahh, well I am from a place called Northaven, and then Northwind before that. It is..." With a sheepish smile, Remi shrugged awkwardly. "Well, I do not think it is part of this place, actually." Looking around and twitching his lips, Remi momentarily wondered if there would ever be a way to determine that for sure. "A group of my people were simply brought here. We are not sure how or why. I am afraid I cannot tell you more about this place as I do not really know. It is called the Hollowed Grounds and is surrounded by a sort of ... magnetic field. No one can go in or out, and staying too long near the barrier means death. The dark spire you see in the centre appeared when the field did, some 300 years ago. The locals do not even know why." remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence