@arr0s location: Mercury's Bazaar probably, Eterna notes: Progress Day vibes, he don't know what's going on
There was always more going on than Torsten cared to entertain. He'd recovered physically from the wounds he'd sustained a little over a month ago, but the echo of his failure still settled in his bones. Arros, of all people, was perhaps the last face he'd expected to see in Eterna. Torsten, it seemed, had become all too comfortable with the notion that there were simply people he'd never seen again. Grateful as he was the Queendom had offered Iskarans refuge, ducked below some extravagant display of magic and some entertainer sending whirring, mechanical doves fluttering from his hat, he couldn't help but wonder if this was where all witchers had come to die.
"Back from the dead," Torsten commented, aiming to get Arros' attention. "again."