There’s was something strangely beautiful about the Eastern language. It had a wonderful cadence that reminded him of his native tongue, now forgotten on Esper.

Morgan didn’t find it quite so beautiful when it was being yelled into his face, or rather, Kimi’s face. He could sense the object he was looking for, but after getting within a short distance they discovered it was beneath a concrete slab in the center of the village.

Kimi tried to enter a squat brick storehouse in the middle of the town square, but a pretty, fierce looking woman grabbed her by the collar and tossed her to the edge of the clearing. She followed up by leaping after her, dragging Kimi to her feet, and then laid into her with what was certainly a thorough dressing down.

“I think we might have pissed her off,” Kimi said, but in thought.

“Yes, quite. It’s a shame neither of us can understand the language,” Morgan replied.

“How long do you think she’ll keep yelling?”

“I’m not sure, perhaps if you tried looking apologetic.”

Kimi bowed her head and mumbled a few words of apology. The woman was carrying a strange type of circular sword. Kimi had never seen anything like it, but anyone that age carrying an exotic weapon was bound to know how to use it. The best course of action was to play up her youthful features and pass herself as a child.

It was nice acting cute and innocent without getting her hands dirty after.

The woman eventually calmed down, and started speaking in a gentle singsong. Kimi bowed several times and ran off. She’d somehow managed to get a little water on her face. Perhaps those looming clouds were ready to burst.

“Good work,” Morgan said.

“Oh, forget it you old ghost. I guess we’ll have to go get your magic trinket sometime tonight.”

“I told you it isn’t a magic— oh, never mind. In any case, I got what I needed. Now we need to find somewhere quiet so I can work.”