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The city was alive today. The streets were filled with people, all talking about one thing: The Daedalus was in port. Greyson Wallace Aldridge III sauntered down the street, whistling a merry tune and twirling a straight razor by his side. The nickel-plated blade of the razor glittered as it whistled through the air, and people noticed. After all, how often did they see a person openly brandishing a weapon in the streets? As the streets became more congested with people, however, Gregson had to put the razor away. He didn't want a gaggle of murders on his hands right before he began a new adventure. There was plenty of time for that later.

Gregson arrived at the docks to a spectacular sight: The Daedalus was truely a magnificent ship. It stood proud, it's silhouette framed against the midday sun. The mere sight of the ship inspired thought of swashbuckling adventures on the Cloud Sea. Gregson checked his pocket watch and realized he was actually early. Gregson scanned around the plaza and spotted a nearby cafe. He had been there once or twice. He remembered this place because they had a particular brand of wine that he adored. You know, a spot of wine would make this day even better.

The cafe was having a good day, as it had a healthy stream of customers moving through the shop. Gregson approached the counter and ordered a glass of the wine. It quickly arrived, and Gregson took a generous sip. The wine's flavor titilated his tastebuds, the rich, slightly bitter taste was the perfect compliment for this fine day. He turned away from the counter and sat down at a booth. he scanned the cafe again and noticed two people who stood out. From their appearances, he guessed they were also mercenaries. Quite possibly they were also ggoing onto the Daedalus. Well, I don't want to be overbearing. If they want to talk, let them come talk to me. Even if they don't, We will most certainly meet later if they are also embarking on the Daedalus. Greyson sat back and took another sip of his wine.