Runnar snaps his head from scanning the chaotic market-day port. The well-dressed man in front of him had just asked him a question, but he had been too distracted gawking at the port's glorious infrastructure -a stark contrast to the ragged coastlines and remote forests that he knew so well- to catch what the man said. After a pause he answers,
"I'm not here to make any trouble... if you could direct me to the closest gate out of the city I would be much obliged good sir."
Cities were all well and good, but Runnar knew nobody here, knew nothing here, he only knew survival in the wilderness, thriving meant starting there first, cities could wait until later.
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