"Well," one guard said slowly, folding his arms across his chest, "didn't think we'd be seeing you again so fast. You usually take your time after every teleportation."
The Traveler shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. I know. But I left something unfinished."
Both guards stared at him for half a second.
Then, They smiled. Wry. Knowing.
"Unfinished business, huh," the second guard muttered.
They didn't need clarification.
The last place the Traveler's mana signature had been detected before vanishing was… memorable. The kind of district guards pretended not to watch too closely, so long as nothing spilled over into the rest of the city.
The prostitute grounds.
One of them sighed, rubbing at his temple. "You vanish from the city mid-indulgence, scare the registry clerks half to death, and then stroll back in like nothing happened."
The Traveler spread his arms wide, expression shameless. "What can I say? Inspiration strikes when it wants to."
