It had been a few days now, a few days since he'd 'arrived' here. Arrived in an unknown land, with unknown people who went about in an unknown way of life. So far, in his quest to return back to where he'd come from, a place so much grander than here, so much larger with technological marvels that would make the standard Hollowed Ground resident tremble in awe, he'd not succeeded in anything he'd set out to do. Find a way to contact where he'd come from? No. Find out how he got here? No. Find out how he could get back? Absolutely no. So he had resigned himself to waiting, waiting for something to crop up, a lead to push him in the right direction, all while sitting alone at a table with a few chairs, everyone so far tending to steer clear of the table with the man who's permanent scowl and surly demeanour made people give him a rather wide berth.
He'd found this place on his visit to the Temple, the time he'd been so unsure where everything was he'd practically stumbled upon it while wandering the streets, it provided warmth and a place to collect ones thoughts in the presence of the so called 'gods', an idea he didn't buy. Divine beings who could communicate with you? Nonsense. It called seemed too... primitive, too superstitious, and he didn't like it at all, but thankfully venturing downwards he'd come across this place, the Rathskeller, a haven, to simply sit, and ponder and so he did.
Weather or not he was in the possession of a drink didn't matter, he had seen no system or currency to even purchase anything, this place seemed to run on barter and trade. Such a system wasn't awful, but it wasn't what he was use to. No, he merely sat for now, counting away the minutes, the hours... while his mind worked, thinking of a plan, something to help him navigate this place.
He'd found this place on his visit to the Temple, the time he'd been so unsure where everything was he'd practically stumbled upon it while wandering the streets, it provided warmth and a place to collect ones thoughts in the presence of the so called 'gods', an idea he didn't buy. Divine beings who could communicate with you? Nonsense. It called seemed too... primitive, too superstitious, and he didn't like it at all, but thankfully venturing downwards he'd come across this place, the Rathskeller, a haven, to simply sit, and ponder and so he did.
Weather or not he was in the possession of a drink didn't matter, he had seen no system or currency to even purchase anything, this place seemed to run on barter and trade. Such a system wasn't awful, but it wasn't what he was use to. No, he merely sat for now, counting away the minutes, the hours... while his mind worked, thinking of a plan, something to help him navigate this place.
