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They finally arrived back to the village of Eldenberg, They both thanked the driver again, offering to pay for his services, but he emphatically rejected the idea of payment. He gave them both a small hug and wished them a pleasant rest of their trip. They were both slightly hungry, and had decided it best to stop for a quick lunch at a small food cart in the middle of the square. They were both still weary of their surroundings, and the recent text messages had put them even more on edge as the day had progressed. Carlsson tried to eat little, but his nausea returned with the memory of what he had done earlier. He ate what he could before offering the rest of his meal to a homeless man who sat playing a rusted and dented flute trying to raise money. They began their research by pulling several old maps from the late seventeenth century spanning forward into the mid-nineteenth century, about the time The Guardians were founded through to the height of their activities; this would have also been about the time that the construction on the town's striking cathedral began. The restaurant they settled on had a quaint terrace filled with numerous tables, inside it had a spacious yet cosy dining room. At Carlsson's insistence the two chose to dine outside. He reasoned it would be a shame to spoil such a beautiful autumn day with stress and strife, which had been their only other release thus far.
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