The automated train announcement crackled through rusted speakers as Kyle stepped onto the weathered platform.
"Now arriving: Maplewood Station."
A floating security robot whirred toward him, its single blue lens scanning his ticket before emitting a dull chime.
"Welcome to Maplewood," the mana robot intoned in its flat mechanical voice before drifting away to harass another passenger.
Kyle adjusted the hood of his travel-worn cloak, feeling the warmth of the disguise ring against his finger.
The magical artifact subtly reshaped his features, adding years to his face, dulling his bright mismatched eyes to a tired green, streaking his bluish-black hair with black.
He hunched his shoulders slightly, adopting the weary slouch of a mercenary who had spent too many nights sleeping in roadside ditches.
The difference between Valtheris and Maplewood hit him like a physical blow.
