ooc; Sorry for the bad start. I hope it's good enough, though. bic; Time Stamp: 3rd Mia 81382 What a gorgeous place this was. He adored the crystal clear waters and white sandy beaches that stretched onwards for a long while. He couldn't help but admire the tranquility of the place, quite naïve to what secretly went on at this beautiful port. He couldn't help but smile; he was rather relaxed. But what was there to do here? He could just walk along the beach for a while and go home... but he wanted to meet new people and make new friends. He was hoping he'd bump into someone friendly that he could just chat with. He didn't want to randomly walk up to someone and start talking to them; that'd just be a little odd, and would run them off. Rurik just kept smiling to himself as he casually walked down the sandy stretch of beach, hands in pockets and perfectly happy. He was just a tad lonely, and he looked very welcoming to anyone who wished to approach him.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>It's alright =) Nice start.</td></tr></table> As he walked along the salt white beach, he realised that he had not come here fully prepared. He did not even know where would be his next destination. All he had was a slightly bulky and moderately heavy messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his catapult sticking out of it. He had just got off one of those rare Anubian ships (his villagers' property, of course) which set sail to Bhim once every season for the trading business. He was truly grateful and in debt to his friend whom he had troubled to allow him to step paw on the outside lands. Devsaptyol had an agenda. But he did not really know how to carry it out. He knew though that he had to find her soon and bring her back to where he belonged. But then again, how do you find someone who has been missing for seasons? And in the whole of Ramath, no less. Perhaps those machine gadgets could help in tracking someone down? He lifted his gaze inland. He needed a library. Which way, which way? Picking up his pace, his silver tinged with navy blue hair waved in the wind and his eyes became more alert. Then he spotted, a way further ahead, an arden of dark colour. Well, he could ask for directions. Devsaptyol turned his direction now towards the arden. He slowed down as he reached the stranger. "Excuse me," he started, his voice coming out crisp, clear with just a slight accent noticeable. "I'm sorry to intrude. But would you tell me where I could find the nearest library?"
