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[b]Zun - Zamindawar International Airport[/b]

Given her present company, Anna would have expected the first response to her provocations to come from some jacked-up dude with anger issues and more Ki than he knew what to do with. Instead, though, her answer came from a demure-looking girl in black and red. She seemed more like the kind of person one would encounter in a fancy teahouse than a far-flung airport filled with eager warriors. But Nomads came in all shapes and sizes, didn't they?

"That's society for you," Anna answered with a sigh, "always about money, in the end. People think Nomads are something special, something honorable, but when you get up close, they're the same as anyone else... just a lot more destructive." She watched the crowd as she mused, picking out a few faces she recognized. Some of the people here [i]were[/i] famous, at least enough to get their pictures taken for online articles and rankings. The real bigwigs would probably be traveling privately, but there were still some nice photo opportunities hanging around, selfies just waiting to be taken...

Instead, though, she suddenly turned, meeting the eyes of the other girl. "But then, you can't always judge by appearances. After all, [i]you[/i] don't look like much of a fighter." She raised an eyebrow. "But you must be, because otherwise you wouldn't be standing so close to the girl who just mouthed off at a crowd of Nomads." Her head tilted to one side, her posture relaxed. Not suspicious, it seemed, but curious. "So tell me— are you one of the rich ones, or the strong ones?"

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