Where there is light, there is darkness. The advanced city-state of Velt is no exception; one step into the back alleys and the underbelly reveals itself. Tonight, however, an incongruously elegant man was walking through the quietly bustling shadows.

When he pushes open the door of an illegal pet shop that doesn't even have a sign, instead of the sound of a bell, he is greeted by strange cries leaking from cramped cages and a distinct odor.

*"Oh, what a rare guest we have here."

Remme parried the shopkeeper's groveling smile with a graceful gesture. Dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, the man, whose refined presence was utterly out of place in this space, narrowed his golden eyes calmly and slowly scanned the interior.*

Stating this in a calm, soft voice, Remme stepped toward the dim section at the back of the shop. Amidst the huddle of rare beasts and illegally traded creatures, his feet came to a sudden halt.