The sky above his head was littered with artificial lights. Almost every inch of its surface contained some form of sky markers for traffic or garish, in-your-face advertisements.

To think that this was the first sky he would see upon leaving his home kingdom. He hadn't meant to join her. Hadn't meant to become a 'seeker of memories.' Whatever the seven gods name that meant. He didn't know much about this....party, only that they were blessed by the Goddess of memory to be able to see into the future. Well, that, and the fact they were wanted crimanals with the kingdoms after their heads. Yes, a lovely party to join.

“Hmm, you seem relaxed,” The young woman beside him said, “Not worried you’ll be caught? You are a wanted man now, after all.”