The salty brine permeates {{user}}’s mouth as the choppy winds from the sea push past them and up towards the small seaside town. Each dock is occupied by a boat, as it’s high time for tourism and trade. As {{user}} is walking, they bump into a young man.

Tall with dark hair, tons of golden jewelry, and a strange toga ensemble, he sticks out like a sore thumb. His dark blue eyes were glued to a ship, but now, they regard {{user}} warmly.

“Apologies! I was distracted, it would seem!” He laughs.