The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The man who’d caught one of Sara’s cartons with his head glared at Sara, but her attention was drawn to Shin as he ran by. “Tell ya what. Just take the rest of the food.” Sara handed the man the rest of her cartons. “Should take care of the shirt. Right?” Sara said dusting some fried rice off of his shoulder with the back of her paw like hand. “Right.” Now where was her travel cup?
Sara dusted herself off, as she stood up. Glancing over her shoulder at Shin’s back as he ran. Her nose wrinkling when she saw his uniform. She hated them… Uniforms… Cops… Ok. They weren’t really on the top of her list either, but Shin was different, and wasn’t he supposed to have a partner watching his back?
Her eyes scanned around at the pile of people she’d fallen on. Her cup was nowhere to be seen, but neither was the young man whom shin had been chasing. He’d left his handy work on the brick wall though. Strong little scrawny guy. He’d knocked the people down around Sara like a ball through a set of pins. “Shin.” Sara called out, as she saw him reaching for the ladder to the fire escape. Sara making her own way into the chase.
The day wasn’t terrible. The bitter cold temperature had finally taken a warmer streak, and like many of New York’s inhabitants, Sara found herself out enjoying the day, and trying to soak up as much sun shin in the pre spring weather, as her golden fur could. The hood of her long coat was down, no longer caring about the odd looks that she received from the norms. In one hand, Sara gingerly balanced a short stack of takeout cartons… she really should have opted for a bag. In her other paw like hand, she carried a travel cup of tea. I couple of magazines tucked in the crook of her arm and well Sara was starting to feel like she had the balancing abilities of a character in a Dr. Seuss illustration. Cat in the Hat, eat your heart out.
As she walked, she brought the travel mug up to her nose, breathing in the steam. Mean while, whatever attention that she had attracted with her own presence, seemed to shift down the street. Unfortunately for Sara, there wasn’t a lot that she could see from her position. Her ears flicked back against her hair, flinching at the loud sound of a crunch from down the street, and as the crowd around her thickened, Sara found herself standing on her tip toes to try to peer above people’s heads and see exactly what was going on. “S’cuse me.” Sara sidestepped around a group of teens, nearly loosing the top carton of her take out, and having someone accidently kick her tail at her heals in the process.
Sara still couldn’t see what had happened, but she could see people a head of her getting shoved out of the way of someone barreling by them. “Get the heck to the side!” Sara called out. One man found himself only slightly air born when he tried to step in the teens way. He was shoved backwards into another cluster of norms and Sara found herself directly in the kid’s path. Chinese takeout and all. She braced herself, to shoulder to shoulder with a cluster of other people to move easily. She was shoved, landing square on her tail side. Her tea was nowhere to be found. It had clattered somewhere behind her and the three cartons of take out where momentarily airborne. Carton one and two were plucked out of the air, mid flight, but Sara’s left then right hands. Carton Three landed on the head of a man Sara realized she was sitting on. “Ah. Sorry.” She said sheepishly. Carton one and two were stacked in one hand again, and Sara dug into her pocket looking for the carry out napkins that they always gave her. Only mildly aware of a familiar face running by her.
Ok. so here it comes. My nomination(s). Can I have a drum roll please?
My first nomination is Clay. Clay has obviously taken a long time building their character. Everything from the rules around the ghosts that Clay can talk to, to the ghosts' personalities, to what it is like to live in one time, then find yourself in another. Some current threads that you can find Clay in are The Ransom Gone Wrong Or Ghostly Tails
My next nomination is Thingamajig. Lets face it. if my clothing ever started to talk to me, it would scare the crap out of me. Same goes for it my spork ever threatened my life but hey. Here in the Universe of MRO, this happens and it amuses me to no end. So if this kind of thing amuses you as well check out Down in the Dumps and out with the Laundry.
Thank you for your time MRO and good luck to Clay, Thingamajig, and all nominees.
The day wasn’t a bad day, by any means, and the at the end, she was enjoying a little card came with her friend, Johnny. They were seated in the one of the back tables of the restaurant that Johnny’s family owned, the Dragon Inn. The Dragon Inn was a Chinese restaurant located in the heart of the business district of New York.
It was about 9:30 pm. The streets outside were still cold and by the looks of it, the weather wasn’t going to improve over night. Snow was coming down in thick clumps and for once, Sara was extra happy to have a belly full of food, and the time to spend with her human friend where it was warm.
The inside of the restaurant was almost empty. Not many people were venturing out in the cold to get Chinese takeout. Most were ordering in, and with the rest of Johnny’s family out on delivery runs, the inside of the restaurant seemed darker. Naturally the lights had been dim. The inside of the restaurant and it’s many booths resembled the inside of a ship. Thick wood panels covered the walls and were made out of the same type of wood that the tables and chairs had been. Lanterns hung from the ceilings but rather than risking a real flame, they hung from electric lights that flickered in attempts to provide a timely atmosphere and tried to look like they held real flames. Behind Sara, a huge Chinese dragon was carved into the back wall and decorated with cold paint and red trim.
Johnny peered at Sara from behind his five cards. Sara back at him from over her four. Her tail twitching. Johnny was 23 years old, but he still looked like he should be in his late teens. His body was more lean than most his age from going to college and helping to run his family’s restaurant, and his eyes had never lost that glint of a mischievous child. The fact that he had never grown into his ears didn’t help either.
Sara smirked at Evelyn’s comment about being rather fond of her weapons. “I could teach you to not need them… What is your mutation anyways?” Sara grinned. The gun was held steady and level with the area between Mac’s eyes.
Mac was still holding Evelyn’s other sai and Sara didn’t want anything like that in his hands when the police showed up. She motioned for him to slide it to her on the ground, and when he threw it at her face she snatched it out of the air with her other hand. The gun never wavering. A smirk formed across her face as she wagged her finger at him, clicking with her tongue.
"Recommended course of action?"
Evelyn’s voice pulled at Sara’s attention, though she never took her eyes off of her own opponent. “Personally, I’d rather not deal with the police.” Admitted Sara. She was now the only one standing there with a weapon, and until the shops video feed was reviewed, or until the cashier popped back up over the counter when the authorities got there, she’d be seen as target number one. “Hey cashier.” Sara shifted her attention to behind the counter. “What do you want. Say it so the operator knows.”
Both of Sara’s punches found their marks and Sam ended up getting knocked back into another tree. Reflexively, Sara’s fists went back up in a guard. Her right hand’s fingers flexed. She was pretty sure that was the first time that she’d punched Sam with her full force… and he was still standing and grinning at her… She shrugged back at him with her right shoulder. “You know. Stuff.”
There was a crunch of snow and ice from where Sara had left Sam’s golems and she spun, backing out of the way of the first Golem’s path. The golem collided with the tree that had first distracted Sam, and Sara leapt forward aiming to use the golem as a stepping stone on her way up the tree, and feeling the sharp tips of spices of ice rip across her jeans and waist. Leaving a smear of red across the sharp edge. Air sucked in response to the sharp pain. Bad mistake, but it was a smaller price to pay than getting pinned to a tree by an ice golem.
With a hop, skip, and a jump, Sara raised her arms above her head and grabbed a hold of a thick branch of a tree. The tree might not be the best place to perch, with Sam’s frost climbing up it’s bark, but Sara felt more in her element when she was striding across it’s branches. Even if there was a second golem on the ground, standing between herself and Sam, still holding her make shift staff. “A few years ago, I had a dream about the future. It was probably silly, but there was an idea in it that I really liked. There was a place for humans and mutants named PAX.” OK. So really there was a lot more to PAX than that, but that wasn’t quite the point that Sara was trying to get across as she strolled across the branch that she was on, and leapt to another one that was closer to the space above Sam’s head. His Golem still keeping it’s self between them. “I want to turn one of my properties into a community center with a garden.”
Well he didn’t shoot her for calling him an idiot. That was a positive thing, Sara supposed, but at the same time, that gun didn’t lower away from it’s mark. Come on drop the gun.
"Stay still. Move, and we will both regret it."
Damn… Sara’s eyes left where they narrowed on the barrel of the gun and glared back up at the skeleton’s empty eye sockets. The tip of her tail twitched in her annoyance. As he walked around her, she cooperated by staying still. Her hands still held in the air where they were easily seen but just because she could hold her arms up that long without feeling fatigued, didn’t mean that she was happy about it by any means. No. If he was really going to shoot her, he’d have to do it while she was looking at him. Turning her head to look over her other shoulder when he’d passed directly behind her. “Satisfied yet?” At least the burn, Sara’s body could deal with on it’s own. Where he’d shot her in the leg, Sara was going to have to deal with later… For the record, Getting shot sucks and Clayton could drop that gun any time now..
However instead, he seemed to feel the need to tell Sara what he thought of everything. A waste of time if you were to ask her and the tip of her tail showed it as it flicked again.
“… No offense, but you do stand out a little.”
“Speak for yourself!” Sara snapped back at him. He could drop the gun any time now.
” But why were you drawn to this particular kidnapping..."
Sara gave a one shoulder shrug. Frankly in her own eyes it could have been any kidnapping. If a kid was involved and she had a way of doing something about it, she would. There shouldn’t have to be any question about it, but he was right about something, even if he talked too much and kept that gun on her too long.
“No one should have to go through being held against their will. Not for that.” Sara mumbled. Finally that gun was lowered at it seemed that both the skeleton’s weapons were put away.
"I'm so sorry."
Sara smacked the skeleton’s offered hand away from her. He shot her, he shouldn’t even begin to think that he could make things all better just like that. He’d cost her the chance to follow the three cars, and an ’I’m so sorry didn’t fix a thing. She wasn’t thinking of how she would have gotten past four healthy mutant’s for hire to get Katie, once she’d been seen following them. Heck, she wasn’t even thinking of how she would have gotten Katie out of the SUV without causing it to crash. She was only thinking of how she would have… figured it out when she’d gotten to that point.
Her hands shoved against the ground, and she found her way to her feet in a heart beat. “A year ago, I was running a storage business. Mr. Montaro was part of a group of mutants who were using my properties to traffic children and woman. When I found out, I tried to put a stop to it.” Sara’s throat tightened in frustration. “I’m still trying to put a stop to it.” Sara started walking back to the café. There had to be something that she could follow left there other than the stench left by the woman’s fireworks mutation.
Well. Now they were going in circles and they needed to either change the subject or move on past where they were at. Sara had dealt with so called gods and goddesses before. If the thoughts were so deeply ingrained in a mutant or human’s mind, then there were no words that would remove it. There was some movement at the back of the Dragon Inn and it caught Sara’s attention. Her friend Johnny was at the back finishing the final touches on her meal, momentarily oblivious to the fact that Sara had stepped outside and now chatting with a dragon in front of his family’s restaurant. He’d already shut down the register, but Sara wondered if he would still do her a small favor.
She sighed. “You said that you have a home being built for you.” Sara’s hips slanted the other way as she shifted the way that she was standing. “If you need a place to stay, I’m sure I could find space at one of my properties.” She shrugged. “There’s space there. Room to move…” To hunt but Sara didn't add that last thought. Sara figured that he probably didn't need the offer, if he really had all that he said he did but she didn't see the harm in offering her help either.
Sara wasn’t in so much of a rush that she missed where that gun was first aimed. Her glaring eyes widened. She’d been shot in the head in the past, but it wasn’t pleasant and even though she’d lived through it, the event had brought out a mutation growth after it had nearly killed her. She was a healer and while that fact allowed her to be reckless, New York and its inhabitants seemed to enjoy reminding her that she wasn’t invincible.
The gun sounded making Sara flinch. Her ears pinned against the back of her head, and her right leg fell out from under her. Sending her tumbling to a stop. Damn. She could still hear the cars disappearing farther around the corner and she wanted to keep chasing them. It wasn’t till she tried to push up, off of that leg that the pain hit her. Even with her adrenalin high, the pain made her stop.
"Stay down Missy, or the next one goes between those pretty amber eyes."
Sara rocked back onto her tailside. Her left hand held in the air over her shoulder, The right pressed against the place where she’d been shot in her leg. Her jaw held tight and her eyes squeezed shut in frustration. What was that. Two mutants in less than a few moments who had gotten the best of her? She’d been loosing her touch, but she wasn’t dead. Even with all of her pent up frustration, the knowledge that she wasn’t dead kept her cooperative…. For now.
"Keep an eye on her."
A second person was with him? Sara’s eyes opened, He couldn’t have been talking to the person who’d thrown him the second weapon. Her right ear twitched and one eye brow raised as she looked around them, nostrils flaring as she looked for a sent, but there was nothing. Just the skeleton, herself, and the remaining burnt smell from the mutant with the fireworks like ability. Other than that, it was the normal smell of the city. “Great. He shoots me, then talks to air.” Sara mumbled to herself feeling one more jab at her own ego.
In the short time, she’d stopped bleeding, she’d raised her other hand to her shoulder’s level. She knew the drill. Hands where he could see them. The skeleton told her about himself. Told her of his job and what he had been doing, then gave her a time limit before he’d shoot her again. “You #$%^&*! Idiot!” Sara spat the words back at the skeleton. “I was trying to stop the car!”
Ok. Not the smartest thing that Sara had ever don’t. Insulting someone holding a gun to her. If he did shoot her in the knee, he’d likely smash the cap, and that would take much longer for Sara’s body to heal before she could walk properly than the flesh wound she’d first gotten. “Mr. Montero is not my boss. I’m not the most law abiding mutant, but I’m not a kidnapper.” Sara was trying to keep her cool, but she was starting to loose it. There was nothing she wonted more than to take off after those cars and the fact was made more clear as her eyes tore away from the contact they’d held with Clayton’s eye sockets, and started glaring where she’d seen the cars disappear around the corner. Some where in the distance, the cars had changed directions, but it was only a matter of seconds before the sounds of their engines’ blended with the rest of the City’s traffic.
There was a moment before the blast came that Sara found herself looking up at a skeleton. Under any other circumstances she might have tilted her head, or maybe even asked a question, but in the current situation that she found herself in there was no time for any of that. Not even a simple head tilt.
The pain from the blast that Sara had taken the blunt of a moment ago, laced through her back and made her limbs shake when she tried to put weight on them. Enough that until her healing abilities could catch up with burn on her back, she was left taking raged breaths on her knees and watching as the SUV with Katie and Lilly spun it’s wheals and veered into traffic.
Somewhere, to Sara’s left, the skeleton, in the exquisite suit, had landed on a mail box. The SUV was disappearing down the street and the men in the black Camaro seemed to have noticed that something had been stashed under their car. The spun the tires, jerking the car to a stop somewhere between Sara and the case full of cash. One scrambled out of the driver’s seat to haul the mutant that had been wrestling with Sara over the driver’s seat and into the back of the car. The passenger through the suit case into the back next to him, and simultaneously they shut their doors. Tires squealing a warning at Sara before the car was in full motion and she scooted and rolled her tail side out of the Camaro’s way, coughing as she did. No she did not wish to resemble road kill today, thank you very much.
To her right the thick muscled thug’s body was being wrestled into the passenger seat of a red Camaro. The little girl who was the shape shifter was forgotten in the chaos of the café. Leaving Sara and the Skeleton man on the street. Damn that was organized. Sara thought sarcastically to herself.
She had to do something because… well.. Why she had to do something, Sara couldn’t put to words other than, it felt right. She was no hero by any stretch of the imagination, but she had the ability to do something and letting those cars drive away felt awful. Worse than the burns that had started to smooth out on her back.
Sara pushed off of the ground. First back onto her knees, then to her feet and fell into an outright sprint that carried her past the running norms. Shoving them to the ground if she had to in order to keep the Camaro and the SUV in her line of sight. Witch at the moment she could hear it, but it had beaten her around the corner. “Outa my way!” Sara hollered. The skeleton stood in her way, and she went to shove him too if he was going to stay there. Just a few more strides and she’d be twisting into the turn to follow the SUV. The poor girl.
It was obvious by the expressions that the two henchman had when Sara approached their vehicle, that they were surprised by her. It wasn’t just her approach but probably the fact that she was a mutant who happened to look like a walking talking cat. Nonetheless, the thug who’d been driving the SUV and now stood on the other side of the car with a lit cigarette still responded to her. He didn’t seem to shy away from her, nor did he ignore her. So to her, that meant that they were either used to being around mutants, or they were mutants themselves. Inside, that thought put Sara a little more on edge because meeting other mutants was like a box of chocolates. You never knew what you were going to get.
Sara’s ears twitched when she heard the hushed voice of the passenger, on the other side of the car. “Get rid of her fast.” The cigarette shifted between the driver’s teeth as he spoke. “Just take a right and keep driving till you—TheHell!” The four of them turned with a jump to the café. Something apparently had gone wrong and the civilians were running for their lives and despite the panic, Sara couldn’t help but pick out a few individuals with their smart phones out recording the whole situation. No doubt this little scene would be uploaded to youtube where norms around the world could watch it over and over again in T minus 10… 9… 8…
The driver rushed around the front of the van. He moved to shove Sara out of his way, because if she blocked his path to the door but there was no way that she was going to simply let anyone else in that van. He reached for a gun, and Sara’s fist connected with his face. Her arm moving faster than a blink of an eye however instead of being a good little kidnapper and being knocked out with one punch, he swayed, but he was still on his feet. The gun swung out to level it with Sara’s face, only to be blocked as Sara’s forearm crossed with his. Making an audible smack as the gun was moved aside in the nick of time and a bullet sounded inches away from Sara’s pinned, sensitive, ears. Her hands locked with his gun, but he’d caught a hold of a fist full of her hair. Backing her into the side of the van. OK. So the driver was a mutant with extra strength and speed of his own… Great.
Sara could hear a scuffle behind her. The passenger, a blond woman with a tight bun in her hair and grey running jacket cursed loudly. It seemed that she struggled to make poor Katie leave the SUV, but until Sara floored her current opponent, there wasn’t much that she could do. “Lilly, Stay!” The creep that Sara was fighting screamed, and Lilly, it seemed was her name, cussed at him.
Sara pushed back against the gun. He was closing the short distance between them and Sara surprised him with another strike to his face. Catching him square in the nose. Then in the hollow part of his arm. This time using her claws, that pulled back bloody. Her opponent screamed. That arm was no longer much good to him till he had the tendons healed. The gun dropped and clattered somewhere to Sara’s right. To her left the thick muscled goon had fallen out of the window of the café.
Lilly cursed again, and Sara felt her hands on her back, through the open window. Two spots of red hot on her back that burned through her jacket till sparks flew out on either side of Sara, from Lilly’s hands. Sara's lips pulled back and she screamed. There was an explosive sound coming from where Lilly’s hands pressed against Sara’s back and it was like Lilly had hit Sara with the force of a cannon.
The force of Lilly’s explosive mutation sent Sara and the driver flying across the street, then skittering along the pavement till the two of them came to an abrupt halt after slamming into a building. Fireworks from the explosion that Lilly had created lit up the street. The driver was knocked out and Sara was left fighting her pain to her feet. The jacket was ruined with two hand sized holes burned into it’s back, and Sara’s mutation kicked in knitting burned and scraped skin back together.
Lilly scrambled to put herself in the driver’s seat. The key in the ignition turned the engine over, and she spun the wheel to try get the SUV on the move quickly.
As luck had it, Sara hadn’t been noticed in the van. In fact the men in the cars across from her seemed to be looking in every direction but hers. What was wrong with them? Didn’t they know that in the movies a none discrete white cargo van always meant trouble? Mostly she’d used the van for hauling building supplies, but at the moment it was the only cover that she had to hide it and come on. A white scraped up cargo van does not make the best cover to hide in.
Sara’s breathing evened and she became focused as she leaned back in her seat. Still trying to hide a great deal of her fur covered face behind the door frame, but still be able to peer out the window with one eye. The man with the thick muscles and meaty hands had escorted the shape shifter into the café, and Sara allowed herself to glare at the back of his coat till he disappeared into the building. This would be a lot easier if he didn’t have reinforcements sitting in three different cars. Why did bad guys always seem to run in packs? It was annoying.
Sara waited in her seat another moment. She could feel herself getting antsy and the hunter side of her mind knew that wasn’t going to do her, or the kidnapped girl any good. Just like the use of a gun was just going to complicate things. Sara could feel the weight of a gun against her hip, under her jacket, but she wasn’t going to use it, yet. The last thing that she wanted to do was miss or give the men in the SUV a reason to shoot the girl. Sara healed, but she bet that the kidnapped girl didn’t. With any luck, the girl’s kidnappers didn’t either.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, but was really only a minute, the driver of the SUV got out. He walked to the side walk, looking up and down the side walk, and lit a cigarette. Sara’s tail flicked back and forth next to the drivers seat of the van. Now was probably the best chance that she would going to get.
Sara pushed open the heavy door of the van, and the kidnapped girl made eye contact with her. There was some obvious surprise in her face but when Sara held a finger to her mouth in a ‘Shhhh’ gesture, she settled back into her seat, nodding. Sara eased out the door, then stalked across the street to the SUV. “Hey.” Sara called out. There was someone in the passenger seat on the other side of the SUV and it was stupid for her to take her eyes off of them but for now, her focus was on the driver who’d gotten out to take a smoke. “Can you tell me how to get to the express way?” Sara stopped at the drivers side of the SUV. Her hands leaning on the roof of the car.
Sara smiled with closed lips. A smile that she had practiced and because of the practice, didn’t always look natural. When Malik took her hand she’d given it a small squeeze. “I’m not a student. I started staying at the off and on when my health and my mutation made it hard for me to live on my own.” Sara didn’t go into great details about her past. She might share that dark time of her life later, but that would depend on if Malik continued to stay on her good side.
“For years I’ve hung around here. I have friends who are students, and teachers here, but as much as I value the help that they’ve given me in the past, I still have my own apartment.” Sara shrugged.
When it came to the idea of Amber and Malik hanging out, Amber seemed.... not quite apprehensive, but something that Sara couldn't put her finger on. Sara sighed. There were some sensations that didn't need a name. You just got the feeling and that's all you needed. "One step at a time. If you need any guides for the city, I know my own way around." She glanced back at Amber to see if she'd pipe up as well as a tour guide, or not.
