ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ;; ---→ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ?
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Expectantly, Lethe scanned the crowd before him, as if looking for something--or someone. But to his disappointment, none of the people looked like they were from Am Aqueous, though they all seemed to be part of the militia. Though perhaps, even if they were not from his country, they might have met him three years ago.
It was a slim chance, yet still one he held on to.
"Hello." He greeted, walking up to one of them. His gaze lingered intently on their face, searching for any sign of recognization in their features. It had been three years, however, and he did not expect to find anything. "Sorry to bother you, but I seem to be lost. Could you help me?"
