"Where are you headed to, my friends?"
"We just came from the event and we're on our way to the café now," the mage answered.
"Café? What is that?"
The youths giggled again. "It's where we order something to drink," they answered, and the Flame Emperor understood.
They were talking about a tavern which he was hoping to find as well. It was really great to bump into these kindred spirits. At least, he didn't feel as lost as he had been earlier when he first came. He decided that he would reward them when he reached his destination.
Ivan of Kres walked the length of a not-so-busy street with the youths in armor. As he did, he noticed that other people stopped and smiled at them, while others did what the crowd earlier did when he landed at the parking lot. They had some strange metal boxes in their hands which they pointed at them and he frowned.
