It was obvious enough that Lyrik was having difficulty in trying to figure out what it was that Ban was attempting to describe. He looked at the man blankly, although he was appreciative of the attempt Ban made in trying to explain the strange words he'd just mentioned.

     "Wow..." Buildings that tall? Not even Maciel's home was that tall, and it was partially built into a tree! He was a little lost on the carriages, since transportation in general was done by foot around Corseltel, although perhaps the wooden carts used by the kobolds to deliver goods would have been a closer comparison. Although all in all, Lyrik found that at the end of the attempt, he still had no idea what to make of Ban's homeworld.

     If he hadn't felt that Ban was making fun of him somehow with the nickname, he might not have had a problem with it. Still, the dragon had already made up his mind.

     "This is terrible! Why would anyone do something like this?? Nothing's going to be able to remove the ink stains!"