Cloudhaven - Market District

In all honesty, he hated this place. It was stupid, people were getting killed left and right. They were stupid too, thinking that they could try to live if they were completely weak. As his legs dangled over a ledge of a building, he stared down at the amounts of people who seemed like they were enjoying the place. Idiots. They shouldn't ever let their guard down, who knows, maybe some weird troll will attack the city. If that's the case, it's their job to be as strong as possible and defend themselves. Rolling his hazel eyes, he just listened to the amount people screaming, talking, heck, there was even people who were fighting now. Swinging his legs around, he looked at the shining sun. He could feel the warmth of it's light, the way it would blind him. He could feel the slight breeze from the wind, letting his brown locks slightly float. This was the real world now this one.

As the he looked down at people, he could help but notice a few of them, such as a young man who just kicked the wall. Ouch, that's gotta hurt, he pitied the man who seem rather angry with something, then a young man who seemed really lost... or weird. Stretching his arms, he stood up with a determined expression on his face. "Alright then..." He jumped off the building, letting the wind rush through his hair, he decided, this was his new life. Somehow, he landed on his feet. Not too much of a drop, he liked his class. It was a fun one, despite that all he could do was double jump at the moment. He closed his eyes, letting his sense of hearing take in the scenery. Hey, someone was singing. It was a pretty voice and the owner was on his left. It was accompanied by a melodious string instrument. Opening them his droopy eyes, he turned. A pirate with a harp, funny how that worked. 

He let his footsteps go closer, he just watched and listened, the lyrics obviously representing the state of affair they were all in. Was he trying to bring hope with a song? Amusing. Putting his hands together, he let the sound echo. "Y-you sing well. Where d-did you learn to play like that?" His face was meek, his voice soft as he let his stutter out. If he found him cute, then... He found another one.