[ if not for the fact that nothing lasts beyond the portal, he'd be picking the flowers here for the girls. the gardens on these grounds are beautiful, and he gives them a roaming glance before looking up at yin yu.

he's heard good things. his gaze is pulled to the mask on the side of yin yu's head as he recalls a recent event. ]

The trail at the house was like this. We entered a room and came out of a clock tower that contained a forest in the clock. There was an ocean and volcano, too.