In a small town in the Kingdom of Fiore, not far from the treacherous Cursed Lands, a tall figure wearing a large black coat came walking. A dusty, tattered, wide-brimmed hat sat atop the stranger's head, casting a shadow over part of his hair and eyes. Much of the townsfolk weren't sure what to make of the strange figure, though it was fairly certain it was a male one, judging from the frame. Not paying any mind to looks he was getting, the man continued onward. It was something he was neither unaccustomed to nor offended by; he cared little about what others thought of him. It was a rather cloudy day, yet no rain had yet fallen. The people here were already wary of a threat that had been growing on the horizon, wiping out entire villages in it's wake. Many were afraid that this threat would swallow up their little town, others hoped that it would stay in it's lair, deep within the labyrinth in the Cursed Lands. This made them somewhat wary of visitors, to say the least. Of course, none dare to approach the man. They were all too busy boarding up their homes, preparing for the worst.
In truth, Dmitry Kazakov wasn't happy at all to be in a new town. He was not a man who fancied urban lifestyle, even that which could be found in such a small town. Typically, he would likely swerve around the place, avoiding the irritation of navigating his way through another 'civilized' place. Since he was a child, Dmitry had survived and traveled the wilds, living the greater part of his life with little human contact. This had never bothered him before, nor did it please him. It was simply what he was accustomed to. It is for this reason that navigating towns such as these was always an irksome task, one that he generally avoided if he could help it. He had only barely started to learn how to navigate Hargeon, his new place of residence, and even then he found the trip to this place a welcome break until he actually got there.
'Upset are we, boy?' Came a voice only Dmitry could here, eliciting a sigh from the young man. 'No one asked you to pipe in, old man.' He responded, communicating with the being through his mind, as he had become accustomed to doing. 'You should enjoy the company of your own kind a bit more. I'm starting worry for your social health, dear boy.' Anyone who knew anything of the entitiy would know that it was intentionally irritating the eighteen year old, if they were even aware of the exchange in the first place. 'Let's just get this over with so I can get on with this shit-show. We haven't even gotten to the bad part yet.' On that note, Dmitry continued his way through the streets and on to a small cafe in which he was to meet the mayor of the small burg.
In truth, Dmitry Kazakov wasn't happy at all to be in a new town. He was not a man who fancied urban lifestyle, even that which could be found in such a small town. Typically, he would likely swerve around the place, avoiding the irritation of navigating his way through another 'civilized' place. Since he was a child, Dmitry had survived and traveled the wilds, living the greater part of his life with little human contact. This had never bothered him before, nor did it please him. It was simply what he was accustomed to. It is for this reason that navigating towns such as these was always an irksome task, one that he generally avoided if he could help it. He had only barely started to learn how to navigate Hargeon, his new place of residence, and even then he found the trip to this place a welcome break until he actually got there.
'Upset are we, boy?' Came a voice only Dmitry could here, eliciting a sigh from the young man. 'No one asked you to pipe in, old man.' He responded, communicating with the being through his mind, as he had become accustomed to doing. 'You should enjoy the company of your own kind a bit more. I'm starting worry for your social health, dear boy.' Anyone who knew anything of the entitiy would know that it was intentionally irritating the eighteen year old, if they were even aware of the exchange in the first place. 'Let's just get this over with so I can get on with this shit-show. We haven't even gotten to the bad part yet.' On that note, Dmitry continued his way through the streets and on to a small cafe in which he was to meet the mayor of the small burg.