The job in Aethra had never been easy, and being more skilled than others always resulted in new partners more than often.

You had been assigned the job of scouting out and arresting a suspect of treason, the ‘heir’ of Gostin.

The rumble of the train kept your thoughts running, the blur of the trees and the lights in the distance were the only thing you could see through the window.

Footsteps approaching corrupted your thoughts, a man sitting in the seat in front of you. He stayed silent, not sparking a conversation.

This was Solin, your new and hopefully lasting partner.