Chapter 10.1

As large and busy a city that Clearharbor was, scattered through its various districts were of course small pockets of recreational areas. While there were certainly those districts more dedicated to it than others, a sprawling trade metropolis so consistently busy with traffic needed such a scattering of businesses to ensure people didn’t need to stray all too far from their main locale to another unless business called for it.

But sometimes, one could find that special little place that simply wasn’t found in another part of the city, and it was quite frequent for such little holes in the wall to become hangouts for all sorts.

For Soren, such a place was a little café in the Business District’s recreational zone, called Grey Lark. What had ended up marking the place for the Freelancer had been a particular dish they served, a style of Yamatan confectionary he’d found himself becoming rather quickly fond of after trying it.