"The dwarves of Baltil are hard workers, and they put the same level of passion into whatever they do–whether it be duty or leisure. They are excellent smiths and the forge is their second home. It comes with the territory, as they once had a deity of their kind who was a master craftsman. They are the second most advanced city technologically speaking; the first being Gobethio. Though Baltil is much easier to reach than the latter, and safer by a small margin. It's quite busy there, so if you don't mind noise it'd be a good place to stop by. I've been there a few times." She really should visit the place more often. Metals were abundant in the markets and were the perfect location to buy rarer stock wholesale. "There's a famous inn suspended up in the air by cables, I think you'd find that interesting."

"That sounds intriguing indeed, I think I shall head that way." She mused. "Thank you for the information, it has been very helpful." She added politely. "I hope I didn't take up too much of your time."

"Oh no, not at all! You're welcome. Safe travels out there! Baltil's a long way from here." Soon it was time for Liselotte to depart. Her plants were not yet ready, and there was no point in sitting around. There was a place she had been planning to visit for quite some time, but it would be at least a week's journey on foot. Packing up her things, she was on her way walking south towards Abed. On the way she planned to stop by Nisshoki and see if her professor was at home. Her teacher was the one always making house calls, so she wanted to give her a surprise. Waving before she was out of sight, Liselotte headed down the lakeside through the golden fields to the wide open savanna.