After a trek up a dusty incline through the trees, the hill crests, overlooking Melonberry Island's lone town. The dockside was lined with small, but sturdy houses of palmwood, while a large windmill straddled the end of the cape on the far side of the island. A bit further into the island, a few larger, more upscale buildings could be seen overlooking everything, the roofs splattered blue, some still under construction.

The streets of the town proper were abuzz, the noise carrying mixed between sweet and sour. As Lino led Chester closer to the town, for every shout of success or joy there seemed to be one of anger or frustration. Stalls were being set up, banners raised, but most of the workforce seemed to be women, usually adults, or gruff looking middle aged or older men. Kids of all sizes were playing around, but when it came to full bodied  younger men, there were only a few of them about, roving like packs in groups of cobalt suited wolves, often donning sunglasses or hats, craning their heads around.

"Eh? Lino? Lino!?" called a voice, the little girl stopping in her tracks, looking around.

Upon seeing a face in the crowd, Lino rushed over, crying, "Lina!"

"Wah!" Gasped an older girl, clearly a teenager, as Lino bounced over. The girl wore wore a light green dress, her feet clad in tan, laced sandals that went up part of her shins. He skin was a bit lighter than that of Lino's, but her hair was no less red, cut short enough to cover her ears. Her deep green eyes were slightly concealed by the wide brim of her hat, which matched her dress. Curiously, she had a thin sword sheathed at her hip and a rifle slung over her back.

Like a novelty, Lino explained, "Look what I found!" As she gestured to Chester, Lina had a wary expression about her.