[ For once, Xingchen is perched on one of the roofs of Camelot, and his familiar (a beautiful black sable) is curled in his lap as he rubs over her ears. His usual white Cultivator robes are a comforting weight, even if they might not fit in the best here. ]

This is my second world away from my home world. For the most part, my experiences have been valuable. I would not wish to forget the lessons I have learned.

Would you agree?