[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DJ8Ob1p.png[/img][/center][hr]	[color=lightskyblue]ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ[/color][hr]It was going to rain tomorrow.

Alastair huffed, slumping into his seat. In front of him, his usual ritual was set out on the table. A pendulum suspended above intricate circles and patterns carved into a sheet of metal, worn down with age, but still fully intact. All sorts were around the table and on top of the sheet, from candles to wood to a cup of tea - no, that was just part of his breakfast. The second day of Aburand, rain. It might even continue to the third as well, and the clouds would ruin the Celebration of Stars. What horrid luck.

Then there was the matter of that new settlement. No doubt they'd be celebrating among themselves. Alastair might not have even found out about them if not for that white-haired explorer they'd sent out to the area. He was grateful, though. The food he got from going down to visit was substantially better than anything else he'd been eating for the last...

How long had he been there, anyway?

Alastair peeled himself off of his chair, moving to leave the room and then the tower. He really ought to get more windows. It was so stuffy. He pulled on his thick black cloak, beginning to go down the stairs. There wasn't much reason for wearing it, but it had been left for him and so he felt obligated to wear it when he good. And he did enjoy the mystery that came with it. It was fun to see the village people on edge.

[color=#398ec1]"I am making my exit!"[/color] Alastair declared to absolutely no one. [color=#398ec1]"I will be back in... I will be back!"[/color] The wolf didn't seem to be around. She liked to come and go. Much like him, really. Down the stairs he went, it was quite a walk, but after decades he had mastered the most efficient way to descend. From there, it was even longer to make his way to Hillhaven. But it was early, and there wasn't a whole lot else to do. He gathered everything else he might need, a bag, some money, whatever food he had left, and began the journey at a comfortable pace.

[hr][color=lightskyblue]	ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜɪʟʟʜᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʀᴏᴀᴅ // [@Scarlet Loup][/color][hr]It was still morning when he arrived. It was pure luck. Time wasn't something he often thought about, not until the village's presence had forced him to keep track of the date. But in the tower where most of the light was from candles, concepts like waking up in the morning were worthless. Alastair operated whenever he wanted.

As he made his way down the street, he received a few odd looks, and gave some in return. It seemed like people were slowly becoming more accustomed to his presence. The strange man who would come for a few days every so often, haunting the streets like a ghost. What would it take to have those sorts of rumours? He thought they might be fun.

First on the agenda was to get himself a room at the inn for the next few days. He might as well stay for the Celebration of Stars. With minimal trouble (he was still getting used to where everything was in town was), he finally got to the inn, only to see a small crowd of people standing outside of it. It was no surprise, because [i]good lord[/i], was that what he thought it was? Alastair did a double take. No, the inn could wait. He wanted one of those scales.

Now, as someone with a deep and vast knowledge of social situations, he knew he couldn't just walk up and take one. He couldn't walk up and ask for one either, walking up in general would be a bit odd. So he would find out more, and then he would get his scale. What better place to start than with the very man staring at the lizard man? He shuffled across the street.

[color=#398ec1]"Good day,"[/color] he called out to the doctor. [color=#398ec1]"Staring, are we?"[/color] And without even waiting for a response, he continued, pointing a pale finger out towards the inn, speaking quickly. [color=#398ec1]"Do you know who that is? When did it get here? How old is it? Where does it live? Where is it staying?"[/color]