Virelios Continent

"That depends on your prices, kind sir..." Sylvaris replied, his tone calm, measured—but carrying the unmistakable weight of a man who wasn't here to waste words.

"Hahaha! Young man, you've come to the right place. Come, come—tell me, which girl catches your eye?" the man said, gesturing grandly as he led Sylvaris through the wall of warriors. Mercenaries, most likely. The kind who'd rip a man's throat out the moment he gave them a reason.

"That one," Sylvaris said, pointing with lazy precision. "The one with the exotic hair and face."