Ethan and Reyna made their way through the twisting streets of Calsoz, weaving between vendors
closing up shop, beggars huddling in doorways, and the drifting perfume of spice smoke.
The sun drooped low behind the rooftops, bleeding gold and crimson over the city.
"So," Reyna huffed as she swung her axe onto her shoulder, "ya gonna tell me what the hell ya been
up to since the dungeon or what, don't ya know?"
Ethan stuffed his hands into his pockets, exhaling a thin plume of breath into the cooling evening.
"Honestly? Training. Missions. Trying to keep the city from burning to the ground every other day."
Reyna barked a laugh. "Hah! Figures. Ya always did attract trouble like flies on a dung heap, don't
ya think so?"
Ethan gave a dry chuckle. "Thanks for the flattering imagery, Reyna."
She elbowed him lightly. "I'm serious! Me? I been takin' jobs here an' there. Guard duty. Smackin'
