Vreta paused just a moment in consideration of Freyr’s suggestion. His ideal situation would be to hold the meeting in his apartment, as he had already made certain that he could keep anything that happened within its walls away from prying eyes. However, he doubted that would be an option in this case. Still, it was no disaster. With the right applications of the tools at his disposal, he could control recordings of him in public spaces almost as well. The program that ran his neural implants was essentially an AI by Human standards, albeit a specialized one. With his thoughts directing it, he could tailor custom malware to invade Human networks and manipulate them in real-time. His power over them was not limitless, but he was confident in the sophistication of his programs.

“I…can’t say I know what Goi Cuon is, but I’m willing to try it.” Vreta answered, matching her somewhat more positive tone. “I do want to talk about this as well. Maybe together we can make some sense of the insanity that has been this evening. Just give me an address, and I will make my way there as soon as I can.”

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Vreta had not required much in the way of preparation. For him, the vast majority of what he needed to do his job could be found under his scales. Even if he carried nothing with him, he was, with the notable exception of the Cradle, always prepared. Traversing the city was much slower than back home, but he had been in the city for long enough to have grown accustomed to it. 

When he finally did arrive at Boycott Park, there was a moment where Vreta lost focus on the task ahead of him. The food market itself was, from his perspective, a rather unique sight. It was in the center of a fairly large park, wide and open, with plenty of natural flora. It felt separate from the rest of the city, and the market even moreso. It had a myriad of small, privately-owned stalls all packed closely together. It was a place he would describe as vibrant and lively. Even as the sun was beginning to set over the horizon, the crowds did not seem to diminish. Many of the pathways were lit by paper candles hanging on strings crossing over them. The general glow of the city surrounding them likely would have been enough to illuminate the area, in any case, but they did add to the visual appeal. 

It was places like this that Vreta enjoyed to visit, and it was one of the advantages of working outside of Rothian territory. By the way the crowds acted, he could tell it was not just a novelty to them. It was…genuine, not a tourist attraction. For a moment, Vreta was tempted to follow his nose to the most interesting of the scents that filled the air, but he could not be shaken from his purpose for long. He had a task ahead of him. He went ahead and planted his program in the city’s public network by hiding it in a simple request for a map of the local area. From there, it could start its work on breaking through security protections. With that situated, he sent a quick message to Freyr to inform her that he had arrived. Somehow, he doubted he would be hard to find in the crowd.