Sun-young could not for the life of her remember them.
'Didn't they wear helmets…or something? How am I supposed to tell them apart when I'm already bad with names and faces?'
Down below was the vast training grounds with dots of people all over. She contemplated asking them for directions.
'...I can figure it out myself.'
She totally wasn't afraid of talking to them. Nope. She had gone through much worse, talking to people was not an issue. Going down the stairs, however, she took her sweet time. One foot at a time, one step every one and a half seconds.
Two Templar knights, fully garbed and helmeted, went past her. Sun-young half-hoped they were Emma and Samuel and would stop her. Alas, life wasn't so simple and she kept walking aimlessly.
'Okay, so where do I go?'
