The passenger reeled back from the wack-job inspecting his car and turned to the driver. The truck had no roof, allowing the passenger to stand up and turn to follow Jeff's moves. "It's a er... Truck. Now if you'd kindly explain you're uh, being here?"

"A Truck?" Jeff muttered to himself thinking on that name for a moment. "wonder how it got such a name.. ah well so many questions.."

Jeff could baily contain himself but Jeff stops when he realizes perhaps these actions of his might be causing people to think he was a tad weird. I mean sure he was weird, but he didn't want people to THINK that about him. He then took a moment to take some deep breaths and once again gain a bit of composure before speaking back to the man.

"Um.. well... You see I'm here looking for a guild to perhaps enlist in, some place I can go to help others in need or at least a bite to eat" Jeff's stomach rumbled once again. "I haven't eaten in a few days...."

"Ah! Then you came to the right place. But uh, you're on the wrong side of the city!" The man scooted forward and pointed at the empty back seats. "Hop on in. Ah, what's yer name?"

"Oh Gee, Thanks kind sir!" Jeff said as he legitimately jumped into the back seat using a burst of wind to help him slightly. "My name's Jeff. I'm an inventor from a small town known as Nino... which was well... destroyed recently."
Jeff's tone slowly shifted from energetic to sad as he continued.
"Might possibly be one of the only survivors.."

The man looked at Jeff astounded as he used the wind to his advantage. The Truck began moving rather quickly regardless. It seemed that the driver didn't see exactly what had happened.

"Nino? I've heard o' that place... Sorry kid," He paused and pointed into the back seat at Jeff's shoes. "Might be a little rude to ask now, but what kinda shoes are those?"

"Um well... these are just some regular boots I suppose. I planned to maybe patch them up later but I have not really gotten around to it with past events. I was also thinking about maybe modifying them to work better with my wind powers or add some metal to increase power with kicking."
Jeff responded back to the man feeling rather confused with his question. "why you askin?"

"That Wind stirrin' up, that aint normal.. You uh.. Magic??" He asked, a gripping his seat a little tighter.

"Perhaps, it is still well... new to me..." Jeff said now questioning if perhaps mentioning or using his powers around people was the best idea. It seems it could potentially freak people out and Jeff couldn't help but feel perhaps this might be doing that now. "You don't have to worry though. Its not the most violent of powers, mostly good for making a nice breeze right now."

Jeff couldn't help but partly lie here as he knew there was a lot more potential to it then that, but he feared him reacting to it negatively if he mentioned the potential it had.

"Huh, strange stuff. I haven't seen magic in a long while, and eh... Ah never mind. Look! There's the main entrance," The man said, pointing ahead and turning forward. Jeff could see a pair of larger green towers close enough together that there was a tube connecting them several yards off the ground. "If I were you mate, I'd keep your uh.. Powers to yerself. You seem like a nice kid, after all," The man said as the truck came to a halt. The driver nodded at his friend's remark and pointed towards the main entrance where several people stood along a large brick road that lead into town.

"This is your stop."

"Yeah, I don't wana freak anyone out with it... sorry if I made you feel uneasy with them" Jeff said as he started to climb out of the truck. "You know I never got your name sir."

"I'm Tommy," The man said, waving Jeff off. The driver didn't respond, and within moments, they were gone.

When Jeff approached the main entrance highway, nobody greeted him or even acknowledged his presence. There were many guards armed with those strange guns surrounding him. They seemed pretty confident that nobody in their right mind would try anything. He did however catch a few glances from time to time. As he made his way deeper into the city, the amount of armed guards didn't decrease at all. They were everywhere, like an infestation. It seemed a little excessive, but Jeff also noticed an abundance of vehicles similar to the trucks on the outskirts. Perhaps these two interesting Techs attracted a lot of crime? Who knew.

I was about twenty minutes before Jeff reached the massive embassy near the center of the city. The main entrance had a huge staircase leading up to several wide-open doors that lead right into the building. Somebody approached him near the bottom of the stairs and grabbed his shoulder before he could enter though.

"Who are you?" the man said, pulling Jeff away from the steps, "This is the private property of Madame Lynn."

Upon the truck guy driving off Jeff continued onward until finding the said building that made the most sense to be the guilds. The armed men didn't seem to be the nicest of folk, but his past experiences with people left him not expecting too much from guards. It could be said that those tools of there did interest Jeff just like the trucks did, but he wasn't going to be stupid enough to try and examine one that was being held by a guard. Now that would just be plain stupid.

It did however come to Jeff's surprise when he was stopped by one of the guards for questioning, specially with how silent they have been till now.

"Um yes, this is the guild hall correct? I was hoping to see about joining perhaps?" Jeff said a tad worried about how the guard would react.

The man blinked, vacantly eyeing Jeff with a growing smirk. "Guild hall? The guild's been shut down for years, kid. Lynn thought it was unnecessary since her husband invented the AD-rifles. Those guns make magic and skill pretty damn irrelevant. One shot, and anyone would be put flat on their asses. I suggest you bugger off, unless you have an invitation from Lynn or Hugh," he explained, pulling Jeff further from the steps.

'Whelp' Jeff thought to himself feeling stupid levels of embarrassed from the whole thing though part of him was felt a tad disbelief on the whole matter, especially after both that Thomas guy and Vale pointed him to this place.
"Are you sure though? I had a few people pointing me here saying the exact opposite..." He asked.

"Sure as anyone else. If you want to talk to Lynn about this, I suggest you speak with one of her assistants down at the mail office, just over there," The man explained, pointing Jeff to the left of the grand embassy, "Lynn doesn't speak with just anyone, though. Not without a few weeks notice!"