[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Nyakuza Metro [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (128/90) -> Lvl 9 (129/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 466 words[/center]

As the Seekers split off into a few groups, some looking for transportation, some looking for specific things to help in their next goal, and the rest just looking around, Geralt found himself with the last group, exploring Gutsford and wondering just what the city had in store for them. The Land of Adventure had been remarkably close to home, and while Alcamoth was clearly out of place, Limsa Lominscuttle could have fit in Skellige if you chalked them up as strange locals. This place, however, was completely and utterly alien to him. Buildings made of stone and brick weren't the standard on the Continent, and yet here they not only had those aplenty, but some were clearly reinforced with great quantities of metal. 

Raz asked about Organization XIII, and while Roxas answered with his own experiences, Geralt felt the need to chime in as well, "Between the weird...cube headed guy trying to murder us all and accidentally giving us a way to the Seaside for Blue Team, and that one lady telling us to sacrifice people to the Maw", something Geralt left out that he had considered doing, "I'm not entirely sure they have good intentions, myself. Whatever their goals are, they're not explicitly our allies. That much I can say for certain, even if another one stopped the guy who was trying to kill us."

The roads were paved with some kind of...extremely sturdy, black stone-like material, and this was clearly a city, based on how plentiful the people were. Even if the local worksmen appeared to be...not quite doing their jobs properly. Even Geralt could tell as much. 

What was most disturbing, though, was the fact that they were all watching them. Sure, some of them tried to be subtle about it, but a few of the red-eyed workers made no attempt to conceal their surveillance of the Seekers, and it was making the hairs on the back of Geralt's neck stand on end. Soon enough, Peach tried leading them past their watchers, only for the G-Men, as they were apparently called, to follow after them, abandoning all pretenses and surrounding them in an alleyway. Raz's warnings had Geralt reaching for his steel sword, only for a door to open and a pair of strangers to usher them inside. 

Following Raz's lead, Geralt monotoned a simple excuse. "Need to get some food for the dog..." He said as he went through the door, quickly making room between it and himself before turning to their rescuers. 

"Inviting armed strangers into your shop while they're being pursued by the local law enforcement seems a good way to make the wrong kind of friends," Geralt half-heartedly commented. "Not that we don't appreciate it, but is there something we ought to know about what's going on here?"