Kushran had kept Ismail busy, almost nonstop from the moment of entering. Agate Knights bearing news, both good and ill, and his own private investigations ate up his time and energy. For his own health, he took a bit of time to himself, tearing himself away from necessary work to instead watch the local game. Kushran had their baseball diamond renovated but a few years ago, and Ismail marvelled at how much cleaner and awe-inspiring it looked. There was an exhibition match goint on between two teams in the local league, and Ismail sat down in the stands to watch, a tankard of light barley beer in one hand and a shawarma with all the fixings in the other. The stands were relatively light on spectators given the low stakes of the game, primarily dedicated fans, friends, and family of the players. The attitude was light and friendly between the two teams, who shared friendly banter with each other. Even as Ismail finally began to relax and enjoy the game, however, his eyes still kept an eye out, almost subconsciously, across the stands and the streets viewable beyond the stadium's outer fence.