Chapter 77: Drens, Talis, Quen

Azure smiles faintly, keeping his voice steady and casual. "I'm from a small village," he says, his tone modest. "I've come here to try my luck. Heard this place is thriving, thought I'd see what opportunities there might be."

The guard narrows his eyes slightly, his gaze drifting down to Azure's attire. His brow furrows, and his lips twitch in a mixture of confusion and faint amusement. "You should get something else to wear," the guard says bluntly, motioning toward Azure's outfit.

Azure blinks, then looks down at himself. The simple tunic and leather belts he's wearing, stitched in a style that was functional and common fifteen thousand years ago, now seem hopelessly outdated compared to the garments of the Vorrans around him. Their clothing is refined, woven with vibrant fabrics and adorned with intricate patterns that hint at cultural and technological evolution.