Charlotte pov
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The gates came into view, and upon my shoulder was a crest that would allow me access into the city proper. It came as a surprise. How willing the nobles were to be rid of me, if only for a week's time.
Even if it was to gather an asset. I furrowed my brow. But to lend me their crest. That was tantamount to acceptance into their family, into their little inner circle of influence. Was it for some greater reason, maybe the destitution of my organization… my guild while I was gone.
Maybe…
Or could it be that there was some greater mission at play here. I shook my head. That port city. It connected the two worlds together. The old world where warring kingdoms took glancing blows at the other, sending armies of rabid beasts in the guise of soldiers at their enemies.
