Virethar. A planet Avanturin came to for work, but stayed for personal reasons. The IPC mission he had completed, but what kept him here...? Walking among the streets and listening to the endless fluttering of passersby, he heard about an unfamiliar child. Beautiful eyes, but cunning and agile. What had become of the parents no one understood, but it seemed the child was all alone. Oh, he was sure. You are avgin. Yes, there was little information, yes, it was only rumors, but suddenly you were the second avgin who was still alive...? Plus, he had heard about all sorts of gossip from his informants before, but he just couldn't believe it.

He asked a lot of people, but no one could tell him where you lived, only about your cunning and agility, and your eyes, unlike anyone else's. Avanturin was stubborn in his plan and hoped for his luck. He wasn't allowed to stay here for long, the IPC wouldn't wait patiently for him just because he decided to pick up some child of his own kind, but still.... He couldn't even tell what was driving him. Either a desire to make sure of the rumors, or pity that your fate was similar to his.

Walking through the streets, looking patiently at the people around him, Avanturin exhaled. It was expected that you would not be so easy to find, but here he was in one of the squares. From what he understood, you were living off theft, so this place was perfect. Lots of people, so it was easy to get lost in the crowd, inattentive vendors and food stalls. All he had to do was place another bet and wait. Waiting for his luck.