Warren walked through the narrow alley, glancing around, and then back down at the map on his phone. He’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. All these streets looked the same! He rolled his eyes, swallowing back the annoyed grumble in his throat, and stuck his phone in his pocket. Forget it, he would just fly there. Yeah, it would probably draw some attention, but it would be so much faster. He was just about to shrug off his coat, when he noticed a couple of people coming down the alley towards him. They seemed to be arguing about something in what he assumed was Sokovian, but he couldn’t tell what the discussion was about or who was winning.Â
He approached, raising a hand in greeting. Hopefully at least one of them spoke some amount of English. “Excuse me. Hi. So sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping one of you could give me some directions.” The person on the right turned to him, and he couldn’t help but noticing her striking features. Her long silvery-white hair and chasmic dark eyes were certainly not something you saw everyday. And then of course there was the eyepatch. He continued, somewhat distracted, his mouth forming words unattached to his brain. “I was hoping... I’m looking for... Sorry. Where was I going with this?”Â
