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   Between the dirt scraping underneath his boots and the amalgamated smells of
   industry and delicacies, a lone gaze observes its surroundings ‒ of all the places
   he’s been ( even ones beyond this plane of existence ), he’s never ventured to
   the eastern lands until now. Albeit the curiosity that lingers like a minor itch, Guts
   did well to stave off any thoughts that may feed aforementioned feeling. The last
   thing he wanted was to stand out… which already was a hefty task, given his
   stature and apparel. But alas, remaining on the narrow path, taking in a transient
   gander to and fro was enough. However ‒ regardless of his intent, whether or
   not it be the the cause of the brand on his neck, trouble never stays away for
   too long, which for now, he hoped to avoid all together, just this once.

     Attempt to blend in as he may, intuitive cyan hues always found a way to identify those not of this place. It was her home, after all. Not far behind the tall man tailed the curious raven, her steps rhythmic and quiet. She followed him for a time, wondering… who was this odd man, and what purpose did he have here? But it wasn’t long before she thought it best to attract his attention, as she felt answers would be given much more easily. How to approach one such as himself, she was uncertain, but she figured he might appreciate a bit of friendliness. Most do.

     ❝Heeeee–llo~!❞ The ravenette chimed, running up to walk beside him. A delighted grin donned her features as she bounced with each step. ❝Cool sword! Who’re you?❞