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Like the girl that came before her, what greeted Hannah was the ocean and the port that stretched out towards it. Waves lapped the beach, while lights floated by imposing warehouses. Large vessels bobbed up and down, anchored to the port, and shadowy individuals huddled with their fishing rods slightly bent. Above, the stars were clearer than they were before, and the irritating noise that came from the west was all but whispers at that point, drowned out by the landward breeze.

This was something new. An experience that elicited no emotions of ‘something she should know’. Overheard, the twin moons cast their light down upon the harbor, silver basking the dark green waters. The world was unknown still, but at least it was pretty.

A cry of pain caught her eyes then, wild gesticulations from two figures bringing her attention to the rather odd pairing: a bearded bear of a man clutching his face while a small, exotic-looking girl watched on, her movements simultaneously hesitant and surprised.

Whatever they were doing, it certainly looked like trouble.
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Though Aoi chose to follow Ash and Matteo westwards, the crowds made it hard to keep track of the two, especially once the two split off of their own accord, swallowed up by the merry masses. Without one of those plate-armored guards acting as their chaperones, it was all too easy for them to be separated, their ‘out-of-place’ clothing not looking nearly as outlandish when compared to the costumes of some performers. Combined with the necklace that now marked her out as a member of the Silver Moon, and people became much friendlier than they were before. A performer or two shot her a wink, breaking off from the regular routine to devote a short cadenza to her, while more than just a couple men and women appreciated her bountiful posterior.

There were the downtrodden, of course, as well as the blue-robed who occasionally gave them alms. There were vendors as well, too busy cooking meats and veggies to bother with an unpaying customer. And the taverns were populated by quieter folk, crowded as they were. The amount of options present for pursuit were many, but before Aoi could make any choice for herself, a heavy, armored arm wrapped around her shoulder, a noxious combination of alcohol and grease hitting her like a truck.

A scruffy, drunk man, clad in armor yet holding none of the discipline that she had witnessed in the stalwart guard, shot a toothy grin at her. [b]“Heeeyyy tharrr,”[/b] he drawled, drunkenness clear in his movements, [b]“Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out here without a man, mmmm? C’mon, lemme show you a good time, girlie, guehuehuehue…” [/b]

With that, he began to half-drag her elsewhere, towards more raucous, vulgar streets.
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