Once outside, Francisco asked one of the aides to find him a translator. The payment wasn't too expensive, and soon he was finally able to enjoy walking through London—the beating heart of European commerce. The translator's name was Rodrigo.
"Young sir," Rodrigo began as they strolled down the busy street, "this must be your first time in London, right? Judging by your age, I'd say so."
Francisco nodded. "That's right. My trip here was more coincidence than plan. I was supposed to go to Hanover, but some things happened, and we ended up here instead."
Rodrigo smiled knowingly. "I've heard a bit about that. Don't worry, London can be dangerous, but only in certain areas—mostly the poorer slums."
Francisco frowned slightly. "There are slums here as well? Isn't this supposed to be the richest city on the planet?"
Rodrigo chuckled. "Being a rich city doesn't mean everyone in it is rich. From what you're saying, I'd guess you're from the colonies, right?"
