Fondev steps off of the ramp, having waited until most were cleared off. He uses his cane to lead ahead of him, making sure not to bump into anyone. Once he is safely off, he listens for anyone that sounded intelligent. He makes his way to them slowly, and asks, 'Escuse me, could you point an old blind man in the direction of the Museum of National History? I am to meet an associate there.'
"Oh shit, you're freaking serious." The Freorm briefly glances at the image through the rear view mirror. "you're interested in machines then?" {PER} You aren't able to spot anyone of even remote interest. {SPD} The shopkeeper quickly snatches the map away from you. "Pay first, then read."
'Yes, since I was young, but my husband doesn't really approve. I have to do it while he is away for work.'
HUNTER "Well..no point wasting time..." He prepares to take off in the direction opposite from where he came, but takes one more check of the sun hoping that he has wasted enough time to just get his bearings.
Fieke stepped up to the counter, and tried to get the Chlaqtis' attention. "Guten tag! I'm looking for the museum of national history. Which station should I be heading to?"
He gives another look of pure confusion... These were all concepts that he found very peculiar. He had heard of... hahmuh-fons? But didn't think that "to kill" would be one of them... "I... I don't think i'm "freaking"... I mean, I wouldn't know... I'm new to this world."
Kamilia weaves her way through the crowd steadily, her eyes focused on the lavishly dressed woman before her. She primes the letter as she approaches, careful to obstruct the name of the sender, before shooting a quick smile and starting off her query, "Excuse me, miss. I'm terribly sorry to bother, but could I trouble you for just a moment? I'm in need of direction."
The driver grunts as he stops at a light. "It makes me wonder why you stick with him then." The Aipleod continues to hold on to the map. "Are you kidding? Three Chronus is just enough!" The Aipleod shouts, causing a few heads to turn towards the commotion. You haven't wasted very much in terms of time, it also seems that the sun had barely moved. "Jerivale station." The Chlaqtis states in monotone. "It drops you off behind the museum." The Chlaqtis points to a sign that lists all arrival and departure times for the Skyrail. The human sighs, "A bazaar is just a market, and I sincerely hope you know what 'market' means." "Oh?" She smiles. "You are in need of directions as well?"
"Oh! Yes! Thank you!" He turns to leave, but stops again... "Er um, I apoligeez, but where is the market?"
HUNTER But looking up gave a good idea, he starts looking around for a high building or something tall to climb up on.
"As well?" Kamilia chuckles softly before continuing, "Well then I'm not the only one who sees how cultured and knowledgeable you must be! Would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the Museum of National History? I've great interest in my beckoning there." She holds fast to the letter, seeing no need to show it to the lady, as she chances another inquiry, "And if it's no more of a bother, I could use a tip on some transport to the joint, if it's a long way off."
Hydris waits a minute, He looks around as he catches his breath " Why must it be SO far away. Organics, what an interesting lot. As far as I've seen they dislike exercise. "
-Ingold "oh, i apologize. I had the value of a Chronus confused with a Golden Chronus. I am not from here" He checks his wallet, to see if he remembered to exchange some currency before arriving.
'I didn't really marry him, my father married me to him. It's just the way Wyverians work, though I wish it wasn't. Some kind of business deal.' She shrugs, 'He doesn't treat me too bad, and he leaves me to my own devices most of the time, I have a better lot than most wives would.'
A red feathered quin with a beak unlike that of a toucan looks down at Fondev in surprise. "Oh, uh... sure. It's pretty far though, you might get lost on the way. I could escort you there for a small fee."
Sounds like a Quin, judging by the beak noises. 'That would be outstanding, young man! How much?' He says reaching into his robes.
The quin clicks it's beak a few times thoughtfully. I could really go for some ice cream right about now... with chocolate syrup. "Let's call it three golden chronus. You have that on hand, right? It isn't that much."
'Let me see...' He reaches into his inner pocket that held the currency for this land. Feeling for the inscriptions on each coin, he fishes out three golden chronuses, holding them out for him to take. 'Of course, I came prepared! Got to have as much of a leg up as you can when you are blind, eh?'
"You have a name, old timer? I'm Copper." He takes the coins and counts them carefully to ensure that he wasn't under or over payed.