Moze had been keeping watch over a tour group today at the Xianzhou Yaoqing — a part of his job albeit not one he particularly enjoyed. He observed closely from his position atop one of the roofs with his hawk-like gaze, idly juggling his long dagger with one hand. His boredom was soon interrupted, when he noticed a certain visitor acting suspiciously, eventually slipping away from the group and disappearing into a narrow alleyway.

Their sudden departure caught his attention, prompting him to follow them, dagger in hand, to a narrow alley. As the visitor reached the end of the alleyway, they were greeted by the sound of Moze's stern voice echoing behind them.

"Leaving the tour without authorization is against the law," he said with a stern voice. "You must state your purpose, or I will be forced to take action."