A familiar face

Capitaliston, an old friend from Villagia, was wearing the most expensive of robes, and most stylish of clothing.

"Aaahhh... Seamon dear friend!" He says cheerfully, embracing you

"Ahhh... Capton!" You answer giving him a pat on the back.

"Aahahaha! Last time i saw you..er you were about to be hanged!" You say skeptically yet cheerful

"Ahahaha! Well... I am a good persuader!"

You both laugh and talk about your lives before he brings you to the theatre.

The marble walls were astonishing, the pillars huge, the people fanning you from above constantly kept you cool.

"Come come! Let me show you to my private theatre! Auditions, recording, private plays!"

You walk for a good 10 minutes when you reach his private house on the "Cliffs of Ice" called that because of the cool air and anomolous glaciers to the front of it, a border between the mid district and the poor people district.

You sit down on comfortable seats, with platters served to you by the guards outside.

The curtains open and reveal something.