Emery tried to travel on his own but met some mishaps on the way. The Golden City was so huge that it cost him an hour looking for a portal back home. Fortunately, at his wits end, a kind stranger guided him to a nearby portal, which brought him to the large plaza.
It was already late afternoon when he had returned to their private quarters and the others weren't there with the exception of Julian. Emery sat by the table and waited for Julian to speak who seemed to be in deep thought.
"Hey, welcome back, Emery. Can you tell me what your country is like? I've only heard and read the stories but haven't had a chance to visit there yet," asked Julian, looking at the endless expanse of clouds covered with the orange tint of the setting sun by the window.
"What are the stories you've heard?" said Emery, drinking a glass of water.
"Well, to sum it up, the stories said that Britain is an undeveloped, barbarian country."
