“How will we even know when we’ve found the right one?”

“I imagine we’ll ask the same question Klarisa asked us.”

He hated to think what would happen if they asked the wrong people that question. In this city, everyone seemed like the wrong people.

They walked in the midst of a pack of citizens crossing a busy intersection, heading for one of the pod stations that filled the city. It was what set this place apart from Arcardius, where the sky was often overflowing with transports and personal drivers taking their wealthy passengers from place to place. Here, people climbed spiraling sets of stairs and slipped into the waiting passenger pods that took them where they wanted to go.

“Fastest route to the middle of the city,” Dex said, nodding to a pod station overhead. Holographic maps hovered in the air in front of the station’s stairwell, noting the different sectors of Craatia. The dome was enormous, large enough to rival some of the cities on Arcardius.

“Briog,” Andi said, pointing to a glowing line on the map that intersected the city center. It looked to be an industrial sector, likely full of pubs and the sort of people Dex wouldn’t mind being around, if the galaxy wasn’t wrapped up in Nor’s clutches.

“We’ll start at the front, stop at every pub that fits the bill,” Dex said.

“You should be good at this,” Andi commented with a wink in his direction. “Being a bounty hunter and all.”

In a sense, Dex was bounty hunting again. Though he’d never had to find an entire group of rebels before, especially not with a demon Fellibrag slung over his shoulder.

“I’ll try not to impress you too much,” Dex told her.

Andi huffed out a laugh and sauntered past him, beginning the climb up the stairs. Dex followed behind her, and they boarded the moving walkway together. He could see the pods in the distance, but there was a lengthy line ahead of them. As Dex settled in to wait, scanning their surroundings for potential threats, a nearby conversation drew his attention.

“They discovered an Unaffected child last night,” the man ahead of them said. “Hiding like a city rat in the pod maintenance bay south of this sector. Said he’d been living on rodents for weeks.”

He gasped as he said it, as if he were shocked by his own news. His hair stuck up from his scalp, glitter flecking each strand. His chin jutted out several inches, leading to a sharp point. A body mod, no doubt, that seemed popular in this city.