PETER
Seeking people out had never been something Peter tried to do, and yet, here he was, approaching the Artisans Guild in search of a person. There was clearly some trepidation in his stance, an anxiety that showed in the way he took a few steps, then paused, and looked around, as if his goal would somehow just appear, and save him the stress of the build up.
It was loud in the guildhall itself, though not as loud as the market outside of it. Peter looked around, taking in every tool, every work surface, and looking for some clue of where the man he was looking for might be. It was here where he stopped though, unwilling to move much further into the building without guidance, lest someone see him, his trepidation, and assume the worst. Whatever the worst could be. His mind supplied all kinds of spiraling worries.
"Hello?" He called, deeper into the building. "I.. I'm looking for... for Remi?" Now all he could do was wait for an answer, and try to not lose his nerve.
It was loud in the guildhall itself, though not as loud as the market outside of it. Peter looked around, taking in every tool, every work surface, and looking for some clue of where the man he was looking for might be. It was here where he stopped though, unwilling to move much further into the building without guidance, lest someone see him, his trepidation, and assume the worst. Whatever the worst could be. His mind supplied all kinds of spiraling worries.
"Hello?" He called, deeper into the building. "I.. I'm looking for... for Remi?" Now all he could do was wait for an answer, and try to not lose his nerve.
please don’t believe in me
please disagree with me
please disagree with me
