Canna stepped out of the portal and was greeted by three sanctuary shock troops, their pristine white uniforms and disciplined demeanor immediately setting them apart from the bustling town around them. They kneeled in respect, and Canna gave a slight nod, motioning for them to rise. The alleyway they were in was narrow and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the sanctuary, but Canna didn't mind. Timberborn was a small, humble village, and its simple charm was something he respected.