[Liem is busy peeling himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against when Lumine turns back in the direction of the mugger, stretches out a hand, and clobbers him with a summoned rock. He watches the man crumple like a sack of bricks, wondering with some reluctance if he’s just witnessed a murder. Fortunately, if the groan is anything to go by, the local is at least still breathing.

At the young woman’s question, Liem glances around the street, considering it, then slides his gaze back to her with a thinning of his mouth.]

I’m not entirely sure where we are.

[He seems reluctant to admit this; it isn’t like him to wander dopily around a city and get completely lost. To cover some of his agitation, he crosses the distance to the mugger’s senseless body and peers down at it.]

I was walking south from the eastern market square last I recall. How far are we from there?