A single figure stood on top of a tall cliff, overlooking the distant crimson sea as her black hair fluttered in the air.
"He must be the merchant…"
Delilah's soft voice drifted through the air as her sharp black eyes shifted from the sea to the distant city. The dark marble shimmered under the pale sunlight, reflecting the growing crowd as more people emerged from their homes, filling the once-empty streets.
It was a beautiful sight.
One that Delilah found herself admiring often.
But at the same time.
'I'd like to sightsee with...'
Delilah pursed her lips while closing her eyes.
Having spent the past couple of days there, she managed to figure out just as much as the others did.
Putting the two and two together, she felt almost certain of the identity of the merchant.
He was none other than the person that she was looking for.
"…."
Standing in silence, Delilah's fists slowly clenched as she once again focused her attention on the distant sea.
Remnant South…
