The sun at noon burnt high over Hargeon, creating golden streaks across the busy port. Above, the seagulls wheeled and cried out their harsh calls, almost drowned out by the chatter of merchants and dockworkers. Ulyssia moved through the streets with her accustomed quiet energy, uncaring of the crowd that passed her by. This heat was far from the biting cold of her homeland in Enca; she had braved worse. She adjusted the strap of a spear she had found along her journey throughout Hargeon City over her shoulder, the cloth-wrapped edge of which glowed dimly. Turning the corner, she saw a young man pacing to and fro at the edge of a fruit stall. His simple brown uniform singled him out as a Rune Knight, but one that was probably of low rank.
"Collin Simmers," she said, her voice gentle and low.
Collin startled, nearly dropping a small notebook he'd been holding onto. "Oh! Uh, yeah, that's me. Who--wait, are you here to rescue me?"
Ulyssia cocked her head. "You look...troubled. Is there something wrong?"