Sif had been surprised to receive the message. She didn't know many on Migard and the ones she did know, she now lived with most of them. Though this message had come from an old friend. One she was eager to see again.
Sif walked to the cafe since she didn't know how to drive and she really didn't care for the moving metal boxes people used for transportation. Sif got looks as she walked down the streets, but it was New York so there weren't that many stares. She was in her normal outfit with her sword strapped at her waist. New York had seen worse.
She reached the cafe and entered, looking around for the familiar face. Her mouth pulled into a smile when she saw Bill.
"Well met, mine friend," she said as she sat down in a chair across from him.
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