[Before the call]
Upon leaving the harbour, Lillian and Viesta explored around, taking in the sight of the architecture of the Eastern nation, Luton.
Since they had a few hours until their train, they might as well.
Looking around, Lillian's eyes darted between the residents of the city, more accurately, around their hips; everyone was equipped with swords or some variety of blades.
They didn't seem to be fake or for some kind of festival either. They also didn't appear like they were mages either, judging by how mana reacted to them—something Lillian was now able to discern with her rise to Tier 3, Champion.
Viesta, noticing Lillian's gaze landing on the swords, smiled a bit and began to explain; this wasn't her first time in Luton.
