[ The busy streets of the bazaar, the sounds of shopkeepers calling out to advertise their goods and the sight of people putting on street performances for a handout reminds Miller of a stroll through a busy market back in his own home, like the one in Prospekt Mira. It's strange, although still a little nostalgic, because in the recently upgraded city of Aldrip, it almost seems that there would be no need for peddling on the streets. There's a store here for everything. Every building is lit up from corner to corner. Yet with the way things tend to happen here, one thing to the next without rhyme or reason, it ultimately doesn't throw him off much.

Allowing himself to move in step with the crowd, he casts a curious gaze at the young lady juggling on the corner--but he had every intention of continuing on his own way. At least until something rushed past him. It was a scruffy dog, brushing against his legs as it darted by to interrupt the show. Guainaifen's balls go scattering just as the crowd does to avoid being hit, and Miller reaches an instinctive hand into the air to catch the flying number five before it collides with him. ]

Damn dog! [ He huffs, but the annoyance fades quickly into an acknowledgement. ] Well, your show must be irresistible for any mutt looking to play fetch. Probably not the attention you wanted.