NatureAndDragons

 It was a cold evening in Jamaa Township, and the windy atmosphere seemed to blow in and chill the hearts of the animals into an endless state of icy distrustfulness. The last bit of the sun had just vanished over the horizon, causing the sky to go dark and the dimly lit street lights to flicker on. Despite all that was happening, nothing ever changed in the township. It bustling with activity at all given times of day, every jammer trying to make a living in this cruel, mundane world. A long time ago, when Mira reigned over Jamaa, she would give rare items to jammers all the time. These were the times of peace, when resources were plentifu