The people on the streets moved to the other side of the road, and the shopkeepers looked away as soon as he crossed their gaze.
Finn descended from Ryuga's head and withdrew the dragon into his soul with a flick of his wrist. Madoc and Osmund dropped to the ground behind him. They noticed immediately that they didn't need to use their spatial magic to stay anchored here. This island seemed to have a natural pulling force of its own, a localized gravity that felt stable and comfortable.
Finn began to walk down the main street, his hands in his pockets. He looked for someone who might be willing to talk, and his eyes landed on a buff-looking Arcanist woman who was tending a stall.
She was an artifact nurturer, and her stall was filled with various unclaimed weapons. There were longswords, greatswords, and battle-axes, all of them looking well-maintained.
