Arc 716, 8th trial of Zi'daDio looked down at the map in his hands with confusion. The man he had bought it off had sworn it was accurate, and after trying to figure out where to go from the harbour to the city proper less than a week ago, he knew he needed it.
He had just started in the shop, but his boss had given him a trial off every few. He wanted to get out and meet some people, and had heard of an Inn that was supposed to have decent food and talk, but he had somehow gotten turned around.
The streets were winding, crooked things that twisted on themselves, though thankfully the gates separated Midtown from Lowtown, so there was no danger of him wandering into a dangerous area.
Already he had got some looks from those passing him by, partly for his odd, dark blue robes among the sea of maroon, partly for his height, but mostly due to the massive cracks that wound their way across his skin. For his part, Dio found their smooth, unblemished skin just as disconcerting. In Nashaki he was used to seeing a few, but Qi'ora were common there. His skin marked him as an outsider here, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.
He groaned as the map flipped up in the wind, covering his face. His long arms struggled to control it, finally pulling it down and struggling to make sense of the web of black lines covering the page.
He looked up, his gaze hopeless as he looked at the familiar buildings around him.
Have I been here before?
A voice cut through the noise of those walking around him, and he sighed. It was the sound of a nearby bard, but he had recognized the sound of it. Somehow he had walked in a massive circle, wasting nearly two breaks without finding what he was looking for. He took a breath, calming himself, and prepared to ask a passerby for help.
"Excuse me, I've managed to get lost, and was wondering if you would be willing to help me out?"