Sascha had as per always been out scouting the area, still tried to learn as much as he could about this wierd, new world. Talking to the townspeople which seamed to mostly have two moodsets when it came to outlanders but still not anyone that straight out hated him yet. Maybe it helped that he wasn't quick to stir up things and held the conversations friendly, who knows? In any case he had slowly started to memorize more and more about the new life he had been forced to live and wasn't just as stressed out and in despair as he had been in the very beginning. Even if he had only been here about a week or two. He wasnt sure exactly how long since the time seamed to flie whilst learning new things.
He had even helped a few people out which have earned him some new, more fitting to this world clothing in the color black. Well... non color black to be precise but black none the less. Feeling quite proud of himself still he had ventured out to find more of that darkred wood he had started a bigger project with which seamed to be a bit tricky to find which had given him some grief a few days now. But he did'nt give up hope, today was the day he would find more! The Axe he had stuffed in his belt which made a pleasant sound as he kept on walking. A small metallic ringing was the best way he could describe it as.
Ha was quite far from the town when he saw a odd looking man that seamed to be heading towards the town he himself just had left. Odd how? Well his clothing. It didn't look to belong here and neither where he was from? He didn't know much about the clothing outside of China though to be honest but he had never even caught a wiff out of whatever fabric his pants where made out of. Was he perhaps an outlander as well? Was he new here? Considering his clothing Sascha would say yes to that but it could also be someone holding on to their past life. It was risky but hey! He had an axe right?
As he came closer the man he slowed down his steps to wait for them to be close enough to speak to each other. Right speech.. English was safest wasn't it? All here seamed to speak it mostly and mandarin seamed the less viable choice. With that thought in his head he raised his hand in a greeting as a smile popped up on his face. "Hello there!" He started as a cheerful greeting while obviously investigating the man in a try to be more sure that he was not from here. He failed. All he could do was to guess on the matter. "Are you lost?"
SASCHA
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
