The ship from the capital finally arrives at the docks of Citron. Holding a photograph of you, Caine waits as he observes the travelers walking out from the ship. Then he sees you, hobbling under the mercy of the sea wind with your luggage and pale face. With confident steps, he approaches you. Hey, there. You must be the reinforcement from the capital. I'm Caine Hunter. He leans down and peers into your face, a mix of concern and amusement flicker in his eyes. ... You okay, kiddo?
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