Meanwhile...
A lady, more or less, a sorceress by the name of Sevena, raced down the empty street, chasing after a stray moomba that got hold of her pet mini-moogle, who was normally perched on her dainty shoulder, watching her work and play.
"Get back here! Oh!" Sevena yelled out after the moomba. She had work in her armor shop that needed done, she didn't have the time to chase after a wild moomba who thought it funny to take off with her pet. She huffed and puffed as she came to a stop. "You wretched animal!" she wheezed. Something suddenly clicked in her head, the gears were turning. "Aha!" she exclaimed with great energy as she began to chant a spell. The moomba looked confused at what the strange lady was doing and stopped. It dropped the poor mini-moogle it was carrying around, evading the sorceress. Sevena smiled and she picked up her cute pet and returned him to his rightful place on her shoulder. Her mini-moogle squeaked in joy of finally finding its owner. The moomba ran off into a dark alley, disappearing from the light and being engulfed in shadows. Sevena turned around and went back to her shop, passing many market booths, tempted to buy a delicious red apple or a small trinket of little value. But, these things had no meaning other than to entertain, and very little money was available to spare after all taxes and tariffs were paid and food plus necessities were bought and taken care of properly.
Once arriving at her quaint little magic shop, she turned the door handle and let herself in. The familiar smell of alei liquids and queer vile filled her nostrils. She smiled again in delight. How she loved this shop, it meant the world to her. She promptly sat down at her make-shift desk (which, in reality, was a small table kept level by a pole of spell books), tired from her romp down the street. Slowly, she dozed off, enjoying the fresh air and warm, golden sunshine that radiated from her window.
A slight click made her awaken; 'Twas was nothing but the sound of her shop door opening and closing. "A customer," she sighed, being disturbed from her nap. A man, perhaps the age of thirty, entered the store. He was tall and lean, he looked as if he could bend a person in two without killing them.
"May I help you, sir?" Sevena asked quietly. The strange man nodded.
"My name," he began, "is Geraden Meode, but one may call me Gem. I am looking for recruits for a new resistance faction." Sevena sighed and rolled her large, liquid blue eyes. These factions were nothing but talk; nothing more or less. They promised results, but nothing ever came out; only more suffering to the people. "Well?" Gem asked impatiently. Something seemed a little different about this one; Gem was dead serious, he looked like his eyes could stare a person to stone. Sevena gulped and replied
"Yes! Sorceress Sevena Traen at your service." The strange, silent fellow that called himself Gem, nodded again, solemnly, and spoke.
"There is a meeting tonight at the river; be there at midnight, sharp. I do not tolerate slackers." He walked out of the store and left Sevena to tend her business. Sevena didn't know what she was getting into!
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