The walk in the town's streets Damien goes on to be in the parallel world, being on Green Island. Today I wasn't busy so I could walk without any goal. I decided to wander through the town, looking around. The dockyard was making some small details for ships. That's what I had noticed when I was walking in the port. Then I went to the centre. It was strange, but the forge was located right at the guild hall. I hadn't noticed it before. It was very sensibly as any citizen of Green Island knew how to fight. I respected them for their universalism. A plowman could use melee fighting, a first line elite warrior might be as a bowman if necessary, a mage could become a gunner. But every citizen was a professianal in his main work. That was the well organized mess (or jumble? what's the word better in this case?). When I came into my lodge, Lisa alredy was there. (I'm not sure that I chose the right tense here. I don't know how to say in this case). "So, what next?" "Tomorrow we'll go to train. But now let's do what we like." Lisa replied.