Nicholas
[It's a calm day in Twilight town. The ever-present sunset shining its pale orange glow across the sleepy town.](

A dark corridor opens in the remote alleyway as a hooded figure soon steps out of the shadows, the metal on their coat jingling quietly with each repetitive step, the shadowy portal vanishing shortly thereafter.
Tom
```Information: Obtain a Journal.```
Robert
Xanaro would look around the alleyway silently. He had been to this world before with Myxnoatan for training. And yet, this world. It.. Has a familiar warmth to it. He had felt it then, and now is feeling it once more. Like he had spent a lifetime here. But, that's nonsense. His home is The Castle. He's always lived there. And yet...

Pointless thoughts. He's not here to focus on the landscape of a strange world. He's here to obtain a book for personal mission logs as suggested by Hadox. He glances around his surroundings once more, before beginning to walk down the pathway to the  in his blind search for a market, his silver hair bouncing beneath the hood with each step.