"The people here are cut from a different cloth," Kronos said, his voice unusually grave for a boy his age. "They are harder. Unyielding. Their blood runs hot."
It was a realization born of experience. Kronos had spent his previous years in the army; the clansmen he had fought beside all shared that same jagged edge.
"I don't get it," Princess Lola said, shaking her head. To the Sea-Drake royal, the nuance was lost.
Kronos shrugged, the solemnity vanishing as he stepped forward to take the lead. "Don't worry about it. Follow me. I know where to get the best grub, and I know exactly where to find the best view in the city."
He knew Blackstone City well. He had bled on these stones before.
"Yay! Let's go, let's go!"
Shortly after Kronos and Lola disappeared into the crowd, another group materialized on the teleportation pad.
