The northern coast of the Empire
The morning sun spilled golden light across coast. Wooden planks creaked under the steady rhythm of footsteps of passerbys, gulls circling high above, their cries carried by the sea breeze.
A man in a crisp brown suit walked calmly down the pier. His lean frame moved with deliberate composure, polished shoes tapping softly against the damp boards. A pair of thin-framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, their lenses catching fleeting glimmers of the sun. Behind them, his light green eyes scanned the path with a detached sharpness.
