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Perhaps Edward was feeling nostalgic; perhaps desperately alone. 

He’d found his way to the point in the city where new arrivals appeared. Wind tousled his hair, and set the posters on the message board a-flapping. 

He glanced at the messages- most of them were singularly unhelpful, offering jobs or selling small items to people who’d just arrived in Citta. Nothing there for him.

Then a white-haired woman appeared, barely inches away from him. He flinched- more out of reflex than anything else- and breathed out, slowly.

She was either brand-new or had been here a very long time- and from the look on her face, he guessed it was the former. 

Well. Time to be neighbourly, he supposed. 

A bezoar in an ornate golden box studded with precious stones.

“Thank you, I think.”