The scent of sewage clung to his nostrils as he wandered through the city. Everywhere he went, he sensed little bit the crumbling despair that seemed to stick to all the peoples of the dank city. To his left was a mound of garbage that had probably been waiting for several weeks for the collector that would never come. To his right was a man lying in a pile of clothing that was most likely all of his earthly possessions. From underneath his dark cloak, the avatar peered out into the night's sky, and he chuckled. "Humanity, such a fickle thing," he whispered. His boots waded through puddles as he made his way through the city. "Take a little poverty, and sprinkle in misfortune, and you're left with nothing but a vat of human misery that none will ever try to clean up." He coughed, the foul air had briefly choked his lungs. "I wonder where that little boy is..."

Caldomas was an odd place to hide away. The city crawled with criminals which is, of course, the last place anyone would want to be. Aside from the thousands of lawbreakers, bounty hunters could be found in any number of places, only distinguished from the rest of the population in that they could afford comfortable lodging. To the dark giant, it seemed as though the city itself was a home. He saw plenty sleeping on the streets. "Kaien had better have a good reason for being here," the man murmured beneath his breath. He turned a corner. "I need that little boy." He grabbed the edges of the Druid cloak he wore, and pulled the hood over his dark, fierce hair. The hood was soft, but durable enough to withstand the light drizzle that was beginning to pour from overhead. His mortal body was fragile, he did not want to catch a cold on such a night, and in such a place. He sneezed into the wet air, then rubbed his nose.

"It's cold," he stated simply. His body had been shivering for some time, but he hadn't really been all that focused on it. "A tavern stop might solve that." From underneath his hood, he quickly searched for the closest ale house he could find that looked remotely clean. This is, after all, my body. I don't want it going to waste, it's too much of a hassle to keep making new ones. After a moment or two, he spotted one that wasn't quite up to his standards, but still the best he would probably find in a town like Caldomas. He drew the Druid cloak closer to his body for warmth, and ventured into the grime-ridden hole that was the tavern, which was so filthy it was impossible to read the sign scrawled atop the door.

A hearty fire began warming his cold form the moment he walked in. The mystic, making sure to keep his body hidden from view, save for his chin, headed towards a chair located close to the fire. I have to be patient. Knowing this one, it could take anywhere between five minutes or five hours until he finally stumbles upon this little hole in the wall. He'll learn about it soon enough, I'll put it into the head of someone he passes. A waitress came by, but he held up one hand to signal he did not need anything. I might be a little hungry, but not hungry enough for this swill.

OoC: Meh, I have writer's laze. Give me a few posts to get back in form. Oh, and that little learning thing Kaien does...let's not try that with Kenjin. Might overload your character's brain.

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