Glowing lines ran across the silver platform toward the port buildings. Workers pushed cargo past Lein's group, while people from the neighboring ship argued over how many crates needed to be unloaded.
Efan glanced at an open crate. Laras, walking beside him, spoke at once.
"Don't stop."
"I'm just looking."
"Then look while you walk."
Lein laughed. He opened the message on his device and checked their meeting place again. It was not far from the port.
They passed through a wide corridor into an area filled with seats and food stalls. The smells of different dishes mixed in the air. A server from one stall carried large bowls with thin green steam rising from them.
"Want to try it, Brother Lein?" Efan asked when he noticed Lein looking at the food.
"It smells a little strange."
"If it tastes good, save some for me."
"I wonder who would eat that."
