The noise of the streets is obscured by the tremor of sea waves hitting the keels of ships. White buildings, like tiered cakes, greet the moored sailors. In such a bright place, Aventurine's turquoise image is hard not to recognize. A one-eyed blond man, rattling decorations, enters the inn of one of the taverns located in these marble sculptures, called the city. His boots clatter on the floorboards as he heads for the bar. As soon as he sits down, gold coins with barely noticeable curves from his teeth appear in his hands.

I haven't seen you before. Have you been working here long?