[Center][color=598527]Gerard Voss[/color][/center]

	Upon arriving at Wanderneir, Gerard had very quickly gone his own way, considering he had reached the city and no further business was to be done with either of them. He would have to find a tavern, a few hours of sleep, and then make for the market district early enough to start figuring out the local climate on magitech, which was his specialty, as well as start putting feelers out in regards to general work. He would have hated to come this far out of his way, through a swamp, just to find absolutely nothing worth doing and be left with little more than wasted coin and departing for other places. Again. Though once dawn came around, after a few hours worth of sleep, he departed the tavern with barely a thought towards food. Sure, he had grabbed some bread rations before he departed the tavern with his meager belongings, and he made his way to the market district just as others were rousting themselves.

	What Gerard would discover was irksome at best, and outright hazardous at worst. Not only was magic distrusted and generally frowned upon, which would extend to the magitech he was constantly working and improving on, but recent events had left an even more sour taste than usual. Sprites were ravaging the streets at night, agitated by gods knows what, and a curfew was routinely enforced now to prevent needless deaths. Well, the curfew he had caught wind of arriving as late as he did, but the why to it was sort of glossed over. Fortunate for him, and to an extent Kay and Kaite, that no such spirits had harassed them upon their own arrival so late into the night. Of course, his own attempts to look into this would have to wait until nightfall. As such, he departed from the markets with more information, though a lack of work or interest in magitech would mean that turning a profit here would be difficult without seeking out the nobility, which was never a good prospect.

	[color=598527]"Yes, this Wanderneir is turning out to be ever so interesting in terms of business thus far. Blasted magiphobes. Though these sprites intrigue enough that I should at least look into it tonight..."[/color] Gerard was muttering under his breath, barely audible even if one was to stand right next to him. Staying to investigate tonight meant he would not likely be departing anytime soon, so he should find another tavern that he would be staying until the evening at. Perhaps find a quite corner to do some maintenance and experimentation on his weapons, probably the Longcaster. He had this sinking feeling that he would be far better off keeping his Shortcaster ready and close at hand. While he had not openly wielded magic, or hinted as such, his tools had gotten strange looks, so trouble might be coming his way, whether he liked it or not.

	The sound of foreign music certainly caught Gerard's ear as he passed a tavern, and while he initially did not intend to stop, the encounter with that strange foreigner overnight was too much coincidence to simply ignore. Sure enough, upon entering and seeing the morning rush, they were being kept entertained by an old piano in the corner being played by that fellow Kaite. It seemed he had cleaned himself up rather nicely and found a tailor as well, or perhaps did his own stitchwork. Ordering a light breakfast, since a bread ration was hardly fitting if he was going to not be doing any involved work, he instead chose to claim a table near the piano, giving the curious tones a listen as he rested the Longcaster on the table and, in between bites of food once it arrived, began disassembling and doing repairs and maintenance first. The music reminded him of bards that had traveled south, though outside of a general direction, he had little to pin the music to, culture wise. He did speak idly, tone neutral and almost distracted, to the man as he played. Gerard was still unaware that Kaite was a construct as he did not look that closely for details in form or function. [color=598527]"Well, someone knows how to clean themselves up, don't they?"[/color]

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