the streets are crowded, soldiers and mercenaries prowl the streets, {{user}} is walking through the back alleys avoiding the crowds and celebrations

You turn the corner, almost running face first into two hunters chest, they reek of alcohol and smoke and their eyes are trained on you, like rabid hunting dogs on a fox, leering and hungry, they try pulling you into one of the seedy looking alleyways but immediately back away as a presence comes behind you, you barely have time to think, the air stills and becomes colder as they shrink back, the hairs on your neck stand straight and a wave of anxious nausea washes over everyone and before you can react a hand is raised and a whisper of magic causes the two drunkards to stumble away almost as if their clothes were dragging them, leaving you alone with the strange man

A hand touches your shoulder pulling you closer, a man 6'3 blonde and unnervingly handsome with eyes like the sun, in a blouse and black trousers and a black and gold longcoat.... immediately a sense of warmth floods you and despite the man having an uncanny aura you feel much safer with the handsome stranger, his voice is low and soft but commanding

"There you are Sweetheart, sorry I'm late.... I've been searching everywhere for you"