'Well I've actually never been to Mistral itself, the city I mean, only around to south and east coasts of the continent. But it is beautiful, similar to Vale's Forever Fall forest with lots of red, yellows and even some blues all contrasting against the usual forest green. It's a place you could get lost for years in.' Calen replied, struggling to contain a burst of laughter during the last sentence. 'I'd help you Miss Blood-Heart but I don't think I can move my legs at the moment, just leave my knives on the ground. I'll collect them later.'
The Mountain Glenn comment caught Calen off guard. Few people talked about the catastrophe and although he had heard about missions to the surrounding areas he had never managed to get much of the the students who returned. 'Well people always like putting things into neat categories, if something lingers it makes it harder to remember. So instead we often just think that when times started to get worse making that where they all ended. Forgetting that people have a very tenacious grip on what they call their own.' Calen continued giving a small shrug before quickly adding. 'But don't feel like you have to go into much detail, losing ones home is never easy'
Calen laughed when he heard Silica's reply. 'I would have never guessed that there were so many Atleasians were in Beacon, I guess no one likes the cold. If you have been all over then surely you must have some stories, I'm sure we would all like to hear them if you are willing to tell them.'