Welcome to New Haven.
I won't ask how you found our little tucked-away city. Glad you're here, though. It's always nice to see a new face. I suppose we don't get a lot of attention from the big wide world. Maybe it's something about the city, I don't know. That's not to say we don't have troubles - everywhere has troubles - it's just that ours are more local. They start that way, anyway. There's always stories about someone who started out in a place like this, then went on to make it big.
Maybe that'll be you. You could save the world some day, stranger.
Sure, I suppose you could destroy it, too, if that's what you wanted to do. I've been around too long to be judgmental about that sort of thing. Whatever it is you're going to do, I look forward to seeing you do it.
Where can you go?
Well, you've found the Coffeehouse. Hot drinks and hot pastries, and a good place for idle chat if you're not sure what you're looking for. Maybe you just want someone to know you exist, tell them your story while you figure out how you want to tell it to the world.
Try the Museum of Heroes if you're interested in learning more about current events, or past events. There's always someone there who can catch you up on things.
And if you just want to see what comes, or start some trouble, or stop some? Well. Take to the Streets, then.
Your story awaits.