Taking a few steps to get away from the crowd, Lassim perched himself, leaning on the edge of a small, elevated outcropping overlooking the water and gondolas passing below. Lassim held the communication disc in his hand. The engraved runes on its surface pulsed faintly, reacting to the surge of his fused mana he directed into it to keep it charged.
Lassim tapped the communication disc lightly, activating the rune associated with Dorian's contact. A soft glow emanated from the disc as the text interface appeared, and Lassim quickly typed out a message:
Lassim: I've arrived in Starpoint City. Where should we meet?
It didn't take long for a response to appear, the letters forming on the disc's surface in a swift flow.
Dorian: Already here? That's unbelievable. Didn't you leave the Tempest's Cradle yesterday? How did you—
Another message followed immediately, cutting off the previous one.
