The port city of Valarion was teaming with life as market vendors shouted advertisements of their wares, and people bustled about their days. The salt water of the Emerald Sea splashed against the foundations and walls of the great city, filling the streets with the scent of the sea. Fishermen were coming back in from their morning catch, and children played on the beach and in the shallows. Further out, ships were coming and leaving, picking up or delivering crates of various goods. Among the cobblestone pathways, Alister Gallows was running from a shitload of trouble.