The morning sun bathed Virencia in golden light as Luke and Ilyrana stepped out of the castle, prepared for the long day ahead. With the list of names in hand, Luke felt renewed determination. It was time to find someone—anyone—who would be willing to take the helm of his ship.
Ilyrana, ever the reliable companion, glanced at the list before looking up at Luke.
"Where do we start?"
"Well," Luke exhaled, scanning the names. "First, we need to figure out where these people live."
With that, the two began asking around, hoping the locals could point them in the right direction.
Luke and Ilyrana wove their way through the bustling streets of Virencia, their eyes scanning for anyone who might be able to help. The city was alive with merchants setting up their stalls, early risers making their way to work, and street children darting between crowds. Every now and then, Luke would stop someone and ask, "Hey, do you know where I can find this person?"—pointing to the names on his list.
