The morning child wanders through the settlement, early light awash against his bare arms. A cool breeze drifts against his skin, tousling his long hair until it bothers him enough to tie it into a bun. Easy enough without an elastic, tucking the edges into itself at the back of his head. There are no plans for the day, though there rarely are any to begin with. After meeting Phoebe and Granger, a shape of a plan had slowly been building, but it would certainly not happen overnight. Instead he had made it a more minor goal to slowly make his way through the settlement, learning of its 'guilds' that he'd been informed of.
Where he is is both meaningless and unknown, but he's surely not alone. Verdant eyes scan across the horizon, the crumbling domiciles and patchwork fences. It's beautiful in its own way, the dilapidation caused by time and ruin. It pulls his feet onward, curious to see what lies in this section of town.
Instead he ventures upon a weird...conglomeration of a building, with a figure jogging around in circles. Intrigued, Cera draws closer. He'd certainly had luck in the past with sticking his big nose into things - had often made many friends that way. Cera tries not to feel creepy as he wanders forth, watching the man beginning to put a sort of leather armor over his limbs. Curiosity tugs at his mind, and he calls forth a bit tentatively.
"Are you preparing for a fight, sir?" He calls out, eyes seeking out a partner as there seem to be no weapons in sight. Clearly not looking to venture out against a more serious threat, he would assume, unless the man had magic or some other ability Cera was unaware of. Not that Cera believed magic should be solely relied upon, there was worth in physical backup plans.
