Chang was walking towards the docks at a leisurely pace until he heard gunfire. He stopped, and held a hand up, causing Chuan to stop abruptly as well. He took the gnarled wooden cane off of his back where it was resting and held it in a defensive position as he crept out of the alleyway, looking around a corner. A Cathian, dressed in formal garb and followed by an odd-looking robot, was holstering a pistol, looking down at his victim, an unrecognizable mage. He could not see who the Cathian was talking to, but it was evidently a figure of authority. Silently hoping that everything was safe, he casually walked out from his spot, and rounded the corner. Looking around, he noticed that the mage was not the only of the bodies strewn about the supply crates on the docks. 

"I missed something, didn't I?" Chang nervously asked the other Cathian. He turned to the other man, his eyes widening slightly as he saw that it was Dmitry Kovalev, the one who had sent the letter to him. Chang saluted him respectfully, then looked around again at the carnage.

"So, uh, what exactly happened? Does anyone need any help?" he asked worriedly, brow furrowing slightly. He looked again in the direction of the docks, and saw no ship either. 

"More importantly, where is our ship?"