Meeting Aurelion
The midday sun casts long shadows as we navigate the bustling streets of Braedon. The atmosphere around us is lively, with merchants hawking their wares and townsfolk going about their business.
Broderick moves confidently through the crowds as his bulk alone is enough to part the sea of people with ease. As we follow him, I can't help but notice the subtle changes in Ayame and Blossom's demeanor. Ayame's usual poise is still intact, but her eyes dart around, taking in every detail, every potential threat. Blossom, for once, is silent, her usual cheerfulness replaced with seriousness.
"We're close." Broderick says over his shoulder, "My old friend runs a legitimate business on the surface, but he's one of the best contraband traffickers in the Consortium. He's been in the game for decades. When we get there, mind your manners. I may joke with him, but he won't take kindly to any rude remarks from newcomers."