A Composing Bond
Ivara sighed slightly as she walked through the commons of the Last City, not only to find Markus's living quarters, but to also scout some restaurants for a place to eat besides the infamous ramen shop. Guitar case strap slung over her right shoulder, the short Titan eased her way through the crowd of civilians, surprised it was getting dark rather quickly.
Midway into getting towards a vacant area, Ivara accidentally shoulder bumps from what seemed like a stranger at first. Lightly groaning in pain, she was about to apologize when she noticed the familiar warlock's face. "I'm terribly sor- wait...Markus? I didn't think I'd run into you this evening. Sorry about that. Is Jasmine alright? Last time I saw her, she was in the small crate."
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