As Luke and Ilyrana walked alongside the elderly woman, the quiet streets of Admiral stretched before them. The soft glow of lanterns lit their path as they carried her groceries, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestone. Though tired, neither of them minded the detour. There was something about helping the woman that felt like a much-needed respite from the stresses of their journey.
The woman, walking more confidently now that she had support, glanced over at Luke.
"You two don't look like you're from around here," she said, her voice warm but curious. "What brings you to Admiral?"
Luke shot a glance at Ilyrana, who remained characteristically quiet beside him. He chuckled softly, knowing he had to tread carefully with his response.
"You're right, we're not exactly locals. Just passing through on our way to… a few different places. Looking for work, mainly," he said, weaving a partial truth into the story.
