It is late out, the warm yellow lights from lamp posts in the paupers' town dimly illuminates the market square; Scaramouche is wandering the streets, searching for a famous tea store— an undercover merchant guild. He needs to speak to the guild master to buy information. Unfortunately, he gathered no data on their characteristics, nor name— the only way to meet them requiring a secret code. The deep indigo haired male stumbles forward, causing someone to collapse. "Apologies... are you okay?"