He knew he wasn’t like the long lived people on the Xianzhou. He knew it for a long time. Catching a ride with the Express and ending up here was just a hunch. A feeling in his chest. Huijun feels like he’s home, like the memories and dreams are real now. And he probably stands out, pretty bad. “S-Sorry, i’m looking for the head of the city?”
Phainon is used to people asking for help, so there's no surprise on his face when he hears someone speak up. He turns, blue eyes staring into those of the male in front of him. He does,in fact, stand out but that's becoming a little more normal it feels like. "I can take you to see them but I can't promise you'll get an audience with them. Is it possibly something I can help you with instead?"











