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Lysilde measured the situation.

"I doubt he will want to talk to anyone."

Emile walked back into the Weaver's district. The air was cold. and not humid like the jungle had been. It was actually quite refreshing.

Now that there was nobody talking, he could hear laughing from somewhere in the recesses of the city. Denizens who were ejoying themselves.

Apart from that he could hear crickets and wind-chimes closeby. The street was well lit by paper lanterns and the moon light of secunda.