[center][h3][color=d2a679]Fael of the Wintersun[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
Even though he was by himself at most times, Fael crossed paths with groups of nomads often. After receiving a tip from one such group that they had possibly seen someone that he had been searching for, something stirred his heart. With a small bit of his faith restored, he swallowed his nerves and forced himself to act - he left the safety of his own wandering to actual go somewhere with a destination in mind. The laguz traveled almost entirely alone and by foot, as not only was he afraid of groups like a caravan might bring, he literally had no money. And thus, he set out to travel nearly the length of the continent.

By the time Fael had nearly reached where he was headed, doubts had begun to set in. Surely if someone had been going to a city from so far, they were traveling. Either to or from, it didn't matter. There wasn't a reason for them to still be here. But still. He had come thus far, and for fear of letting the small glimmer of hope he still had remaining go out, he knew he had to press onward. Self-consciously, he pulled his hood over his head to hide his ears, but not knowing how to hide his tail, just pulled it back down again. He had memories of the port from his days aboard the ship, and although he tried to suppress them, remembered quite a bit. There was a slight fear that someone near the docks recognize him, but he was much older now and probably seemingly completely different. Though, all concerns vanished and were replaced with nerves as he got deeper towards the heart of the port and more people passed by.