Crazy Feng and Will stepped off the train. Crazy Feng had made a rare change into formal attire: a crisp, knee-length overcoat and a hat. He wore the collar turned up high, obscuring most of his face, including the scar at the corner of his eye.
In his overcoat, Crazy Feng cut a tall, imposing figure. He walked with a brisk, purposeful stride that gave him an air of cold austerity. Trailing behind him with a backpack, Will wore a tunic suit but still looked for all the world like a simple country bumpkin in the big city for work.
"Boss, where's this old friend of yours?" Will asked, glancing around. He wasn't taking in the sights of Tristone, of course—Capria was no less prosperous.
