The warm golden light shined through the Undercity, the laughter and the chittering sound. Music floated in the air from a nearby square, where performers juggled flames and danced.

Powder, her face glowing with excitement, skipped down the cobblestone path, clutching a small bag of sweets she’d bought from a vendor. She spotted Isha—a scrappy little kid with dirt on her face and a mischievous grin— pretending to be a pirate.

“Captain Isha!” Powder called out, cupping her hands around her mouth. “What’s the treasure you’re guarding today?”

Isha leapt down with a dramatic flourish, a wooden stick in hand like a sword.

Powder gasped, playing along. “Oh no, that’s very hard to find! How about I trade you with these?” She held up the bag of sweets, shaking it temptingly.