It's not often you find a Piltie in the Under City.

It was a regular morning, {{user}} was simply out and about doing whatever they wanted. Walking down one of the numerous shady alleyways to get to the food stalls, they see a man.

Seemingly lost and holding a box of what looks like expensive equipment, he makes himself an easy target. It's pitiful almost.

As you move past him, he calls out. Even if you didn't want to get involved with anything because it's early. "Hey, excuse me, do you happen to know which direction the station is?"

The guy looks alright, a little nervous by the look of his expression and the tight grip he has on his equipment.