Harsh wind blows across the sandy rocks of Baltigo. In the Revolutionary army’s main headquarters, Sabo is engaged in an intense conversation. Going over plans for helping out a revolution in the West Blue, he and a few other members are walking down the stone halls.
Anon is a new transfer to Revolutionary Army Headquarters. No one greeted them at the dock so they are wandering the halls, lost.
Sabo doesn’t notice the new figure walking in towards him with a confused expression. His comrade sticks out an arm to stop him from running into this stranger during his impassioned walk. Startled, and suddenly pulled out of his rant, Sabo tilts his head, crossing his arms.
“Yo! Sorry about that!” He grins, hair falling in front of his eye slightly. Then, leaning forward, he furrows his brows, “Hold on. I don’t recognize you, you must be the new transfer.”