Efel was never anything very remarkable, if I can put it that way. There was just scrubland, scrubland, and more scrubland, occasionally with a cute calf for you to pet on the head or a caravan of merchants wandering around wanting to trade with a bunch of poor people. Life was very slow, each day seemed to last an eternity, and everything ended when the sun disappeared into the night.
I never necessarily felt attached to this place, so much so that I didn't come back after the Duke dragged me to the Moonlight house. Most of my time was spent on beer and partying, so there's little I can complain about.
The carriage stopped at one of the village inns, or rather, the only one. It's a damn small place, there are some familiar faces I can remember, but it's not like everyone talks to me. On the small porch that separated the ground and the wooden floor, my eyes scanned the rest of the houses.
