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Balmung blinked for a moment. It always took a few seconds for the prototype headgear to fully warm up but for some reason the buildings around Balmung were still wavering slightly. He took a step forward, thin deerhide boots vertually silent on the pavement. Yet, he could hear his sword scabbard jingling slightly at the movement.

Silence...there was no one in this root town or at least no one in this part. Calming back round music played and for once he could hear almost every measure. It was too quiet.

His cream colored baggy pants rustled, blue arrow designs shifting as Balmung took another step forward. He could have sworn he heard a battle. But...battles were forbidden in root towns! Weapons were disabled...! This was bound to be something interesting...

Balmung's quick step turned into a run.