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Neshiyahel will feel a tug of... something. Significance, maybe. Somewhere in the throngs of Inside, there is one... no, three people whose story is intertwined with the King in Rags. It's like a vine, trailing behind them, invisible to everyone else. And a breath, inaudible, always resonating around them. They move as part of something far greater than they are.

All three of them are elves, one shorter and two taller. The shorter elf has light beige skin, narrow eyes, a bald head and black facial markings or tattoos. He's wearing a t-shirt and shorts that he clearly feels uncomfortable in and carrying a bags. The two elves flanking him are taller, both women, much paler and with jet-black hair. Their eyes are larger and oddly dark. They're dressed like athletes but move like warriors and also carry bags. On first glance, they look like any other passers-by. But are they?
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A whisper.

A secret.

Hidden aim and hidden intent.

The King's touch are on these, carried by the current of narrative, a grand story in the weaving.

Neshiyahel can not, will not allow this. The King must be forgotten again. And to render him forgotten all of his stories must never be known. To deny such a being renown is to deny them everything.

"I have found what we seek; the first step in this journey, yours and mine," Neshy, still looking for all the world like any unremarkable older teen from the dozens of fishing villages in Seaside, declares. She falls into step behind the trio and twists the world. She and her traveling companion are below notice, mere hazy background figures in a crowd simply there to make the stage look alive and vibrant. They are merely extras, not to be seen. "Tell me, what do you know of violence?"
[Normal Escort Mission]

Onyeka's eyebrows pop up and she instinctively looks around as if she could see it too. She starts and moves with Neshi. "I have tools with which to defend myself if it comes to that." She replies, as her hand touches the wands on her belt. Less visible is the small knife which is more hidden in her clothing, but that's more of a last resort.