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Vale's labyrinthine streets twist under the sickly yellow glow of the lamps, each turn swallowing sound and light. From the mouth of a narrow alley comes the scrape of a boot and a low, mechanical whir. A pale figure leans against the damp brick, his gray hair almost silver in the gloom. He pushes off the wall, arms folding across his chest. "You look seriously lost," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "Name's Mercury. So, you, what brings you to this lovely part of town?"