Nearby Kyomhka river, Albrektberg
"Aren't you afraid to be here...to be seen?", Farvald asked.
"Don't be silly", Reinhardt answered. "We are outside the school anyway. It's not their business".
"That park looks different", Waldys said. "They have expanded it, right?".
"When we were living in Eskdale, I saw pictures online about the fighting here", Erhardt said. "It feels almost impossible to imagine this whole place was part of that, not a long time ago".
"Did you expect to live in a city in ruins, idiot?", Reinhardt replied. "Anyway, this area did not experience any fighting. In either case, we were forced to move to Dramheim. That place is dreadful, but at least we had fewer classes".
"But right here, nearby that chimney", Reinhardt explained, while pointing toward the south. "That was where the Prime Minister was murdered", he added, almost proudly.
"I read it was somewhere nearby the northwestern suburbs...", Farvald said.
"People say many things!", Reinhardt replied.
"Where is Ewald, anyway?", Erhardt asked.
"He must be with mommy!", Reinhardt answered, mockingly.
"And why are you here?", Waldys asked him.
"My father has been in a business travel", Reinhardt answered. "And my mother was not pleased but she had to leave as well, so she sent me to my aunt's home, who lives nearby here. That's why I'm here".
"Ewald's parents live in Konndal, right?", Farvald asked.
"That's right", Reinhardt. "He must be bored to death...in case he is still alive, of course. I'm sure down there parents still beat their children with a stick! They are like that!".
"I doubt that...", Glaedwyna said.
"You'll realize when you see his face again", Reinhardt replied. "If we ever say him again, that's it".
"Heh", Erhardt muttered.
"Anyway", Farvald said, "what's that huge building, with those walls at the other side of the river?".
"Isn't that a temple?", Erhardt replied.
"No, no", Farvald said. "I meant those turquoise walls".
"Ah", Erhardt added.
"That's the new slaughterhouse!", Reinhardt emphatically said.
"A slaughterhouse?", a surprised Farvald asked.
"Idiots!", Waldys exclaimed. "That's a religious school".
"Well", Reinhardt replied with a smile. "Isn't that the same, anyway?".
"You should be more respectul", Glaedwyna said. "My aunt was a priestess...".
"But was she mentally stable...?", Reinhardt asked, increasingly amused.
"Don't be silly...", Glaedwyna said.
"Once, on my father's hometown, we had the honour to be at the front row at a ceremony", Reinhardt explained. "It was during Svinnehendagen, I believe...And I still remember how a young girl, which was probably only a few years older than myself, started to use a huge knife. Those girls are scary, I say!". The rest looked at him, some smiling, some in desbelief, and Glaedwyna certainly disgusted.
"Although", Reinhardt continued. "I wouldn't mind to jump those walls, I'd say...".
"Pervert", Waldys said, interrupting him.
"Anyway...", Gladwyna said. "I'm thirsty. Let's have a milkshake or ice-cream".
"Not a bad idea", Farvald replied.
"Alright! Alright", Reinhardt said, as the group of teenagers already started to move.