Oh right, I forgot. I am standing here in Ferney-Voltaire. This is a small French town. It used to be a village, until Voltaire, the great Enlightenment-Era polemicist, settled there for a bit and funded buildings, a school and stuff. The villagers made a statue of him. Later Ferney grew fast, thanks to the strong economical pull of Geneva nearby. You can still find today a few farms of Voltaire’s era in between the housings built in the 1970s. There is also Voltaire’s Castle, really a manor with a park. Another telltale sign that the town is a small French town, is the lack of proper public transportation.
Anyway, the story begins here. It could have begun at Pallet-Town or in Chailles. But worry not, adventure is bound to carry us away...