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Gideon was a man of justice. He realized this long ago, on his home plane, when he had first traversed. He had ended up on a different world, completely unlike his own, one even more lawless and corrupt than the home he knew. He had cracked his whip and readied his shield, and he made the world know justice.

Now he was on a different plane, one he's never seen before, once again to seek justice. He was chasing one who was not unlike him, but with sinister intentions. Sarkhan, a dragon keeper. Gideon did not know his intentions with a plane like this, but he did not spare the time to wonder. Sarkhan would not have time to enact his plan, or run away again.

The plane he followed Sarkhan to was one ruled by humans like him. The landscape was unlike one he's seen. Buildings were crowded, and hundreds of human lengths high, but yet they did not seem to be used for dwellings. All the buildings were used, it seems, as a marketplace. Crowds of humans weaved around each other, while vehicles hugged to the middle of the street. Opposite of Gideon's home plane.

None of it mattered. Finding Sarkhan was what mattered.