Twilight Town. If there were ever a place that Faust Baneheart would go to pick up on information, it was there, amongst the infinite sunset of the quaint little town. Many people put their faith in Radiant Garden when it came to the passing of information, simple logic, and effective to some extent. Unfortunately, that world in particular had grown into a massive urban center, as well a major seat of power amongst the worlds of Light. Its worth, in Faust’s opinion, had diminished significantly over the years, as it was more likely for one to stumble across petty pop culture news rather than any real news; of course, it didn’t help that the information was one sided as well, centered entirely on what was going on within the Realm of Light, while blatantly downplaying the other Realms, the result of its exclusive population, which was prominent across most of the worlds in the Light.But there amidst the everlasting dusk of Twilight Town, Faust had found that information was far more potent, even if less frequently and more softly proclaimed. Whispers remained whispers wherever one happened to poke their ears about. But where Faust now tread, he could find out everything he needed to know. Presently, he was drifting idly about the world, inconspicuously nosing in on the various proceedings amongst the commoners of the town. Just as he suspected, news was thinly spread, but very much reliable when it came down to it. The emotion behind the words spoke very clearly, even if the words themselves were obscure: the people in this town sat in a state of tension, lurking well beneath their cheerful exteriors.After a quick excursion through the town, Faust had finally settled upon a rooftop overlooking the Tram Commons on Market Street. This was the hub of the town’s life, second only to the Sandlot during the annual Struggle tournaments. There, the words of the small town traveled like a Gummi Ship on hyper-drive. Every talk was the same: there was something on the horizon, and when it arrived, it would be something big, something that shook the worlds to their cores, and perhaps more. These people, he thought, are very intuitive. The Knights in Radiant Garden have spoken of mobilizing their forces. But this place confirms that open conflict is likelihood. Of course, for Faust, conflict meant opportunity, as was the nature of business, which happened to have him as a soldier of fortune.He had already performed a wealth of acts worthy of his status, including suppressing bandits in Agrabah and quelling a rather harsh uprising of spirits in Halloween Town. These tasks had been more recent, as part of his current contract with the Radiant Garden Light Knights. His contract bound him for a few more operations, one of which involved sleuthing around for evidence of the impending wars. Other than that task, however, he was uncertain of what his final contractual obligations would be. If anything he was hearing and seeing around town held any weight whatsoever, as he was sure it all did, he would be in work for a long while, even after his contract expired. So long as his name preceded him, he’d have more contracts coming his way."This place will become a hotbed for action soon enough," he said aloud to himself. He hopped down from the rooftop, which was a pretty short drop, landed comfortably in a squat, and proceeded to make his way up towards the clock tower, where he was sure to find out even more from travelers coming and going from Central Station.