"This is incredible!"

Marta ran away into the city of Tolbi the moment the merchant cart she was travelling in entered the gates. The lemurian conductor shouted a quick "Hey, don't..." but he stopped because the girl's safety wasn't his business, not to mention how much of annoyance she had been with all the question she had been asking during the whole travel, so it would be better to let the girl go on her way.

So many people with different hair colors, yellow, brown, black and even red. Back in Lemuria all that there was to see was lemurians with blue hair and herself being the odd exception being blonde, but now Marta was finally outside the timeless island and just like a kid the adept was jumping from place to place at the little sight of anything that was a novelty to her, which is to say anything. After having bought a fruit that seemed to be delicious (and that was thrown away once she bit it and discovered that it was rotten) Marta entered a local from which joyous voices were heard and upon entering all the people gathered turned their heads to look at the cheerful girl. Muscled men with tattooed arms, scarred faces and or unwashed beards seemed to compound the majority of the crowd gathered in this noisy place. Marta squinted her eyes and tried to accustom the view for the poor illumination when a busty brunette barmaid called the girl

"Hey, you. We do not accept kids here, how old are you?"

 "Well I don't know miss, what date is it?"

Instead of answering directly, the barmaid pointed to a greasy calendar that was cleaved to the wall with a knife. Upon looking at it, the girl tried to remember the date she was found by the lemuarians and she made some calculations in her head, she came to a conclusion that because of the weird time flow of Lemuria, which passes different than outside the sea of time, she probably was going to have some trouble.

"Well, I'm about three and half years or something, but it's not what you think, I'm from Lemuria and..."

"That's not a funny joke, kid, get out of my bar."

Just in that moment a bald bearded man and another who was wearing a headband and had a scar on his chin appeared out of nowhere and interrupted the conversation

"Oh don't worry about that, Mirian, we will take care of this girl."

"What do you say, sweetie? Want to stay with us for a while?"

The barmaid shook her head and walked away once she was called by some clients and Marta was left alone with the two strangers. She had already given up about to leave when two friendly strangers offered her company, how lucky was she!

"Of course!"

What could possibly go wrong?