[As promised, a man with pale blond hair in all black (though there seems to be a purple iridescence in the fabric) stands by the gate outside in place of the usual guard. Though the attire is more dark than what most locals wear, no one seems to bat an eyelash... nor do they seem surprised at the lack of a guard stationed at the moment. After all, this was about the time they change shifts...
As she approaches, Lightning will recognize the silhouette. It is the same man who spoke over the network.]
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As she approaches, Lightning will recognize the silhouette. It is the same man who spoke over the network.]