Aaru - Chapter 16 (Hakar)
Not only that but his nen felt similar to what i would expect from a master level bender back in zangar! his nen sensed thick, dense and smouldering. was this his own nen or that of the spirit within him?
A New Dawn - Chapter 34 (A Fresh Start)
This guy was one of the best warriors zangar had to offer and here he was, someone who had never met me, standing up for me like i was friend. as much respect as i held towards him before, now he was pretty much my own personal hero.
The Mourning After - Chapter 11 (Moving On)
First starting with a run, using the circular tunnel that acted as a ventilation for most of zangar. i always felt better after the run. it helped to shake off any lingering effects of drowsiness and got my blood pumping.
Daemon - Chapter 18 (The Hunt)
He wore a wrist guard with a family crest that i recognised from zangar. "we owe you our lives." the one with the stave said, bowing in thanks. "the graug attacked so suddenly! jacques and garth were dead before we even realised what was going on!
Aaru - Chapter 14 (Ghal)
Remembering a lesson from xavier back in zangar, where he taught me the principal of 'less is more' on the battlefield, i managed to cut the time it took me to prepare my attack to just over half a minute by reducing its overall power by a third.
Aaru - Chapter 9 (The Masrur)
It reminded me a lot of the festivals held back in zangar. the high spirits and cheerfulness of those enjoying themselves. the main difference was that we were doing this under the stars.
Aaru - Chapter 28 (A New Prophecy)
Thick black scales covered his muscular body, his bulging arms extending from his body that was covered by the most part by a well-used leather apron; something i often saw smithies back home in zangar use to protect themselves while at the forge.
Aaru - Chapter 23 (Meeting the Oracle)
Even back in zangar being able to read and write opened up many doors for you, and jobs which required those skills were well paid.
Aaru - Chapter 30 (The Never-Ending Trial)
This close to him his scent reminded me of zangar; more precisely the smithies and their forges. the scent of fire and steel. the scent clung to him like a heavy cloak. he had been at a forge recently. i bowed my head in thanks as i took the sword.