Far enough south from City Center that the eateries dare not tread lest they incur the wrath of the a northernly wind blowing across the fish warehouses, a small and dusty office sits mostly neglected on a side road. The sign, which hadn't been cleaned in a good couple years (intentionally) read "Heer Thar Be Draagons", and underneath a smaller sign which read in neater print "Boldly Going Where No-One Else Is Willing To - Rates Negotiable - Experienced Wanderer On-Staff".Before the creation of Tsuiraku, when the land still belonged to Farrel, Kiyoka was just a very small port village that grew out of a few logging camps. When the island became Tsuiraku, the small village started growing rapidly since it was the main point of entry into the country from Farrel in the days before the various Warp gates and airship ports were set up. Eventually it was renamed Kiyoka and grew into being far more than just a port city. Even today, with easy travel to Tsuirakushiti available in just about every major city in Farrel, Kiyoka is a popular destination for travelers coming from Farrel or Veracia due to the city being a mix of the original Farrel inhabitants and Tsuirakuans who got fed up living on a giant crowded disc floating in the air, and because it is noticeably lacking the air of 'stuck up bitchiness' that many people perceive Tsuirakushiti possesses.
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The inside of the office was no better than the outside - a thick layer of dust settled on most ready surfaces, a sign that the owner was a) not all that concerned with being neat, and b) not in his office very much. A large map of the known world hung along the back wall, with various push pins connected with different colored bits of string depicting the various routes available through the known (and occasionally unknown) world. Photos of various people were pinned to a second billboard; photos of strange and exotic places, of the colonies across the ocean, of lost dwarven temples, of ruined elven cities.
Across the way and against the back wall, behind a desk made of darkly-stained wood sat a fairly large man with a kitten on his head. Both appeared to be napping in the lazy afternoon sun that was filtering in through the large plate glass windows. The man had a dull brown jacket that was little more than a quilt of patches, all different shapes, sizes, and colors of various other leather garments that had not survived.
As the office clock struck 3 PM, the small gray kitten suddenly stood upright, stretched for a moment, and then fell forward in a calculated move that put it's upper body hanging down the man's face right in his line of vision. The kitten poked the man in the nose with it's paw several times, first whispering and eventually shouting "Get up! Get up! Your 3:15 appointment is due in in a few minutes! Lucas, wake up!"
Lucas opened one eye, regarded the small gray cat for a second, then reached up and scratched a spot on the cat's hips right at the base of the tail. "I doubt they're even going to show. You... should Snooze." he whispered in a gruff but friendly voice. The kitten nodded, then retreated to the safety of his head.