Sonak was sitting in a big, bustling bar, sipping on a delightful fermented fruit juid charming a local dy; he had never eained a dy with a tail and was feeling very adventurous. Suddenly, he felt a presence, araveler.

  Run? Stay?

  He listeo his Perception, but it was quiet, with n signs, so he stayed.

  The Traveler ehe bar. Although he was human, his azure blue skin, long blond hair, ara-rge bck eyes with almost no sclera set him apart. Like him, he was likely gmoured, but Travelers always see through each other's disguises. The Traveler looked at him hesitantly, and Sonak smiled and waved him over. The dy noticed she had lost his attention a.

  As the Traveler approached, Sonak cast a Silence Bubble, a on practice among Travelers to ensure priva public spaces. They introduced themselves, stating their names and worlds in. The Traveler was called Guar Shum and hailed from Tamya.

  They sat there, talked about their travels, and pared portal locations ainations. Guar told him about Shimoor and how b it was, but Sonak disagreed; he had been to Shimoor and thought the endless, beautiful wilderness was the perfect vacation spot after a hectic world. In addition, he reted a horror story to him about a world called Dirt, causing Sonak to decide o visit. He told Guar his own stories, good or bad, from some worlds—he had many more of them; he was a seasoraveler.

  After a few hours of sharing stories and experiehey tiheir versation in a more private setting. They left for an inn, took a room, and sed various things from their Ste. These were items they didn't need but thought the ht find useful or iing. In the m, they bid each other farewell and tinued on their respective journeys.

  It was a nice ce meeting on the road.