The sun shone down heavily on the Haeyan Marketplace. Stalls covered in bright cloth lined the streets and shopkeepers called out their wares to the passing common folk. Two Elite lounged against the side of a building, wearing the white uniform of Street Guards. The taller of the two, a male, watched each passerby warily while the sitting female, cleaned one of her shuriken lazily. The male flipped his dark red hair idly. “Come on Dair, let’s go somewhere,” he said impatiently. Dair glared up at him. “It’s to hot to do anything. I’m not moving. Besides, this is our post, Alantis.” “It’s Alan.” Alan reprimanded, looking out into the crowds.
