The Palace On The Hill

"That cannot be safe," Rhea argued with wide-eyed astonishment.

"It is, and Ravenholmers have been leaving their babies out in the snow for centuries. Don't act too surprised if you spot a few seemingly abandoned strollers lining the streets here, or you might earn yourself a few odd stares," he advised with a small laugh, as if he had witnessed it happen once upon a time.

"You people are so strange," Rhea said with a small shake of her head, yet an intrigued smile on her lips as she settled down in her seat and looked out into the traffic of Ravenholm.

As the most developed region in Euthoria, both technologically and otherwise, Ravenholm was far more colourful and extravagant than Riverian ever could be.

Nearly every car that surrounded their convoy was some classy, high-end vehicle, with a mix of daring designs, like feathers framing the headlights to look like lashes on a baby pink car or flames lining the sides of a sleek sports car.