Central area of Saint-Teres Port.
A man who looks just over thirty is sitting there resting.
His hair is mostly black, with a striking white patch in the middle.
His appearance is gentle, with a slightly scruffy beard that gives a sense of desolation, yet his eyes remain sharp, as if viewing from afar like a wolf.
Lone Wolf.
His seat is perfectly positioned to see the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window belonging to Saint-Teres Port.
From the crack of dawn, watching the increasing boats along the path.
He watches every day,
Each day observing something different.
Only today, things seem particularly different.
"Lord Chen Yuan, we just sent the patrol boat to inquire about the situation."
"The reason is two small shops on the canal opened, causing a huge business, leading to congestion in that direction. Our people are helping to divert."
Canal shops opening throughout Saint-Teres Port triggering blockages is not unheard of.
