A land untouched by grotesqueries, a warm and dry safety house, neighbors symbolizing one's loneliness is not exclusive, ample food and abundant water sources, books to while away the idle time.
Life atop the Elm Forest cliffs met all people's longings.
But all these were mere illusions, like the shimmering sky as night approached, the calm before the storm at sea, the sudden silence in a bustling forest.
A veil of illusion draped over reality.
"Inscribed bullets, more effective against intangible monsters," he said.
The merchant, holding a copper bullet in his worn leather gloves, introduced the new item for the first time willingly.
The bullet, covered in inscriptions, looked like a piece of art. Correspondingly, it had a higher price than silver-plated bullets: 20 survey points.
Under the steady pricing of the days before, this bullet was worth 300 pounds of pumpernickel bread.
But it also increased the chances of an exorcist surviving an encounter with monsters.
