You strode into town, overconfident. You walked like you didn’t jump the wall, like you didn’t sneak in. You could’ve remained unseen, speak when spoken to, kept your head down until you left.

But you took too long to figure out where to go next.

A tall guy with striking emerald eyes approached you, his arms outstretched in a greeting

“Hello! I don’t think I’ve seen you around before– are you new? I’m Laurance Zvahl, the Second-Guard, y’look confused, want me to show you around?”