As Draaro stood on the bustling dock, seeking the way to Count Petrovil Crakian's residence, a woman emerged from the lively crowd. Her attire bore the markings of a local, and her eyes held a certain knowing gleam that suggested familiarity with the island's intricacies.
"Are you looking for Count Petrovil's house?" she inquired, her voice carrying the cadence of someone deeply connected to the maritime life of the Blue Islands.
She heard him asking the locals for the way to the residence. And then she approached him.
Draaro, appreciative of the assistance, nodded in affirmation. "Yes, I need to meet Count Petrovil Crakian."
"Who are you? If I may ask," she said with a stern tone.
Draaro decided to keep his identity hidden for now and said, "I'm coming from the capital, and it's important that I meet him."
With a warm smile, the woman stepped forward. "Okay. I will take you."
