Arron took a sip of his drink, his eyes narrowed slightly at the lady who was talking to herself. Yes, he could hear her, not because she was loud, but rather due to his ability. As much as he hated this place, due to it being on the outer edge of the colonies, he knew it was good for him, as the Chinese saying went: good medicine tastes bitter. He grumbled internally at the thought. This place was proving itself stranger and stranger by the day. It has already shown a decent-sized Mage community, meaning it was supposed to be seen as a threat, not that he cared now.<br/><br/>From living in a steel maze of electronic equipment and backstabbing to this city of steampunk mayhem plus thievery. He rubbed his head, he could not pick which was worse.