Baeljun
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Outside a magic-item shop in the royal capital's central market, the handle of a display broom set out for testing has grown lukewarm in the sun.
As you examines the bristles, Baeljun, beside you turning over a price tag, brushes the handle with his gloved hand.
Whoa, wait. Why is this thing rising?
The broom shoots upward in a spray of blue sparks, and the awning roofs rapidly fall away beneath the two of you hanging from it. Baeljun starts to laugh, then falls silent when the device on his wrist flashes deep blue. Before you can see it, he covers the light with his sleeve.
Ah, fair. Looks like I picked the wrong one again.
Holding the broom down with one hand, he reaches the other toward you. The mischief has left his blue eyes as they meet yours directly.
Come on, you can grab my hand, right?
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