Grace gazed at the bustling street down below as she leaned against the stone railing of their rented room's balcony.
Below her, the city of Zephir was shimmering in the soft lavender glow of twilight. Its streets were lit by floating crystal lamps and illuminated glyphs that were dancing along the buildings.
The evening air was carrying the scent of wildflowers and baked bread, mixed with something more subtle... power. Magic was thick in the air here, coiling through the very fabric of life.
Behind her, Rune was pacing slowly across the room. His cloak was tossed over a chair, his long golden hair was tied back, and his transformed brown eyes were dark with thought. She was able to feel his restlessness like static electricity.
"They were more than just warriors or team members," Rune finally said in a low voice. "They were my only family after Master."
Grace turned toward him, nodding. "Then we start with them. We go and find them."
