Here, many people came to visit the port town for the purposes of both business and pleasure. Tourists and business folk alike boarded and exited the trains, cargo being loaded and unloaded for sale in the town and abroad. However, there was one figure here that was almost never seen, a certain gray haired mage that belonged to the local guild, Lamia Scale.
Dmitry Kazakov's purpose for waiting at the train station was a peculiar one, at least in his case. In truth, he wasn't even entirely sure what it was he was doing here, having been directed by his younger friend and guildmate, Kateri. What she had to say about it, however, only confused him. Apparently, he was doing something called a 'date', which was something where you went somewhere with someone and did a bunch of stuff. When he objected to such a vague and seemingly pointless endeavor, she pleaded with him, a site he didn't ever expect to see in his lifetime. Eventually, she convinced him that this would be good for him and that, in the end, he would enjoy it. As unlikely as that seemed, he decided to simply go with it and trust his friend, especially since he knew she would never quit bugging him if he refused.
At the moment, he was leaning against railing of the platform, eyes closed as he waited for his partner in this strange little game. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything today that he didn't normally wear, though he had opted to leave his trench coat at the guildhall and stick with his usual black shirt, figuring he wouldn't need the extra layer. According to Kateri, this variant was known as a 'blind date', as if Dmitry wasn't confused enough already. Supposedly, that meant that he was to be unaware of the person he was doing this date thing with until it actually began, meaning he would have to sit and wait to find out who it was he would be spending the day with. While the notion of doing this with a total stranger should have been setting off alarm bells in Dmitry's head, the medium felt a strange apprehension in him as he waited. Not the kind of anxiety of meeting a new person, rather a strange feeling that he knew who was coming or perhaps this was important somehow. But any reason that such a thing could possibly be important completely eluded him, leaving him even more confused about this whole affair than he was before.
Still, it mattered very little as he was stuck with this now and if he left, he would have to face the pestering of his young friend. Right around the time he was thinking about this, he heard a set of foot steps that were approaching him, a contrast to the normal flow of the crowd. Strangely enough, he could feel a familiarity in the presence he was feeling from the person approaching him, leading him to open his right, blue eye.
"You gotta be kiddin' me..."