Lyssandra led Gwen and Vic to the spiral stone staircase at the far end of the oval room. Climbing up, leaving he smell of colored smoke behind, the copper-haired girl explained, "Elantya is a gathering place for scholars from far-flung worlds. Sages and students come here to learn mathematics, alchemy,agriculture, metallurgy, philosophy, astronomy." The three of them emerged onto an observation deck at the top of a sunwashed white tower. A fresh salty tang filled the air. The elfin girl spread her hands to indicate the island realm all around them. "This is my favorite view. Is it not beautiful?" Below lay the mst spectacular and foreign cityscape Gwen had ever seen. Gwen turned a full three hundred sixty degrees to take in the panorama. Beside her, Vic said, "Hey, Dorothy, I don't think we're in kansas anymore." "That's for sure." She gave a shaky laught. "I'm not sure this place even has a Kansas."