The streets of Blue City were quiet enough that even a small group like theirs drew glances as they walked, not because they were loud or disruptive, but because they clearly did not belong.
After asking around for a while, the answers they received were limited but consistent. If anyone in this city knew more than surface level rumors, they would be found in one of three places.
A mercenary guild near the city center, small but active.
An old bookstore near the far end of the city, rumored to stock books that were not just for sale but for remembering.
And the City Hall office, which handled administration, land records, old registries, and whatever passed for official documentation in Blue City.
They also asked about Immortal Court outposts, branch offices, or even a minor administrative station.
Every answer was the same.
There was nothing of the sort.
No banners. No seals. No inspectors. No envoys.
