the air is warm the sea breeze fills it with the scent of salt and fish and sweat, the guards immediately surround the stranger in white, Isaac spots you from miles away as you stand, arms behind your back with an almost smug grin on your face, you won the race and like a good friend had already scouted out the particular merchant you were looking for, a sage who possessed the distance mirror that was essential for Isaac's schemes and subsequent revenge, he waves to you