The midday bell had struck when Heda, a red headed girl with the power to see people's fates, set foot in Teiro. She was accompanied by her new traveling companion, a healer by the name Friede. Heda set her sight on this city due to Friede's suggestion. She knew a certain man whose powers could aid them toward reaching Milogac, the isle of legends.
All eyes turned when they walked by them. Hushed whispers, of admiration or great scorn, followed after their shadows. In merely minutes, they became the talk of town. Merchants offered to have them test their finest wine, fabric, or even come for refreshment and promises of great times ahead. They had come on invitation though, by a wine merchant of the name Sylens Witticker.
"Your man sure loves to make a woman wait," Heda said as they waited in Sylens's villa, on a terrace overlooking Jasmine Hills, a district exclusive to nobles and wealthy merchants.
"You just like to complain," Friede said in a jovial tone.
