The harsh sea breeze blew on his face.
Soran walked across the deck with tiny Vivian in his arms. On the side were gazing eyes as they watched the young man holding a sleeping girl. Soran's red cloak was also quite striking. Two shady people looked at each other and seemed to be plotting something. But then a strong man came up, put his hands on their shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Don't even think about doing anything to them. A man that dares to come here with a little girl must be someone powerful!"
They were now at Port Tylon, an interchange station at the Soros Islands.
