In the final days of the journey, Tilan met with the intelligence agent she was to connect with, of course, the agent's identity was somewhat obscured to avoid the gaze of the Court of Judgment.
"Hello, miss, I am the guide you reserved."
Under the pavilion where coconut trees and sea breeze coexisted, the young girl saw this handsome man with a feathered hat, his attire somewhat reminiscent of past troubadours, with a leisurely yet slightly melancholic demeanor.
"You don't quite look like a guide," Tilan straightforwardly expressed her impression.
"Indeed, I have only been a guide here for three months. I have been traveling across the Federation, to write the stories and poems I cherish." He took off his hat and bowed to the young girl, with an elegance in his gesture.
"Every place I visit, once I become familiar with it, I try to be a guide, to tell those who've never been here about the stories of this place."
