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Saxon wandered the streets of Vale. It had come a long way since the Fall almost two years ago. The new city sometimes felt more like another Mountain Glen because of the inability to properly deal with that dragon, burying it under rubble.
Regardless, the detective's home was coming back. Children running from their parents, both in joy and anger; an idiotic teenager hitting on a woman who was so clearly not interested Saxon had to assume the boy was less trying to date her and more annoy her; contrastingly, two other girls closer to Saxon's age were locked in embrace against a lamppost.
As Saxon walked, he found himself approaching the market, what remained of Vale's once great shopping malls and stores that had stretched to the horizon. That was gone now, and while you could still buy almost anything under the sun, it would take time for the market to grow back into the empire of commerce.
He saw a woman, a huntress, based on her demeanor. Saxon approached with both respect and caution. The last few huntsmen to pass through that he hadn't recognized... hadn't been kind to the city.
The boy extended his hand and said calmly, "Pardon me, Ma'am, I am Saxon Holmes. And I'm afraid I must inquire into your buisness here, as the city hasn't had the best experience with unknown huntsmen here."
