He had been taught vigilance when it came to the World of the Living. He had been taught to measure his words if he ever bumped, for whatever reason, into his elder brothers's summoner. However, for how much they had warned him, Raviel was still seeking the guy up. The more they spoke about him, in all honesty...they did not say much, the more Raviel's curiosity nagged at his bones. For how unbelievably powerful Elder Brother Amuul and Elder Brother Shindara, to think they were "at the wims of" a mortal was quite...curious. Whoever this summoner was, they would appear to be someone of great magical prowess.
Raviel walked at a steady pace throughout the streets of a nice quiet cloudy day, his open toed tabi boots not making a sound as he tip tapped his way forward. The Void Dweller kept to himself and towards the right side of the road, close to the buildings around the area. He did not have much information to use, but he did at the very least have something. Brother Amuul's summoner was someone important within one of Fiore's most reknown trading company. That was the extent of his knowledge, so as far as his search went he would have to start at the bottom and slowly work his way up.
Considering the place he was in and his fifteen minute stroll from the docs to a huge building with a floating diamond lacrima on top was rather grand in looks and adornments the Deathless considered it the best spot to find information on some affluent mage of a trading company.
Arrived at the place, Raviel could not help himself but stop by a large marble wall full of names. It seemed like it was some form of rememberance for souls that had already moved on from the mortal coil. The young man fiddled with his belt slightly adjusting it to his sides as his eyes read out every name. Yeah, it did seem he was standing around a memorial. Placing a fist on his chest and bowing slightly, the fresh out of training Reaper payed a small homage to those souls whose meaning in the World of the Living had already been extinguished.
With that done, it was time for Raviel to sloly walk up the set of stairs leading inside the stone interior. The reception area was just as fancy as the exterior. Gold and crimson. Colors of Opulence. Similar to what he had home, not a bad thing.
Raviel quietly took his spot in a line an patiently waited for his turn. This time dusting off his baggy, snakescale pants from time to time and then adjusting his leather gloves. When he finally arrived in front of the lady manning the central position, Alisha was her name apparently, he took a moment to gather his words in his mouth. The inhabitants of the World of the Living are not generally psionic or able of mind speaking.
"I... I would like to know more... about the company's CEO, if you may, oh receptionist mine." He followed those words with a quick bow.
WC 522
Raviel walked at a steady pace throughout the streets of a nice quiet cloudy day, his open toed tabi boots not making a sound as he tip tapped his way forward. The Void Dweller kept to himself and towards the right side of the road, close to the buildings around the area. He did not have much information to use, but he did at the very least have something. Brother Amuul's summoner was someone important within one of Fiore's most reknown trading company. That was the extent of his knowledge, so as far as his search went he would have to start at the bottom and slowly work his way up.
Considering the place he was in and his fifteen minute stroll from the docs to a huge building with a floating diamond lacrima on top was rather grand in looks and adornments the Deathless considered it the best spot to find information on some affluent mage of a trading company.
Arrived at the place, Raviel could not help himself but stop by a large marble wall full of names. It seemed like it was some form of rememberance for souls that had already moved on from the mortal coil. The young man fiddled with his belt slightly adjusting it to his sides as his eyes read out every name. Yeah, it did seem he was standing around a memorial. Placing a fist on his chest and bowing slightly, the fresh out of training Reaper payed a small homage to those souls whose meaning in the World of the Living had already been extinguished.
With that done, it was time for Raviel to sloly walk up the set of stairs leading inside the stone interior. The reception area was just as fancy as the exterior. Gold and crimson. Colors of Opulence. Similar to what he had home, not a bad thing.
Raviel quietly took his spot in a line an patiently waited for his turn. This time dusting off his baggy, snakescale pants from time to time and then adjusting his leather gloves. When he finally arrived in front of the lady manning the central position, Alisha was her name apparently, he took a moment to gather his words in his mouth. The inhabitants of the World of the Living are not generally psionic or able of mind speaking.
"I... I would like to know more... about the company's CEO, if you may, oh receptionist mine." He followed those words with a quick bow.
WC 522
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