But Godmommy...

A few kilometers away, the inner city was bustling. 

The roads had small cars sputtering through the streets. Each had a hard plastic exterior as they sped by at around thirty kilometers an hour. There was also an occasional wagon, drawn by either horses or oxen, depending on how heavy the cargo was. 

People traversed the stone-paved sidewalks with urgency. But it was evident that not every citizen was fully comfortable while waiting for a chance to cross the street. 

Near the largest city square, a two-hundred-meter hotel towered over its surroundings, dwarfing the people far below. 

A man was standing at the window with worry and impatience in his eyes. 

"Calm down, sweety," a mature, feminine voice tried to caress the anxious man. "He'll be here soon enough. And we'll just use his tardiness against him. So keep your head on tight and get ready. Because this lunch will decide if you can beat Artor to the punch."