“Could you please stop that?” asked Ibrahim of Arid as he walked with the elven woman giddily skipping alongside him. By this point the two of them were clear of the markets. All around them were office buildings owned by either the World Government, the Kingdom, the Dukedom, and or a corporation of some sort. Smaller businesses and freelancers were notably absent. It wasn't that they couldn't have been around. As a matter of fact, there were several buildings that looked as if they could have been affordable to such individuals. But rather, they were simply not around. As if there just weren't any small-timers in operation any more... “You're making me feel like a pedophile here,”