[There is a young, impeccably-attired man making his way slowly down Wind Cliff street. He has a map in one hand, at which he is peering with a faint frown, and in his other he grasps the handle of his suitcase, which rolls along behind him, click-clack-clacking over the occasionally-bumpy sidewalk. He draws to a halt, with a sigh, and looks ( Read more... )