Ingoleth was frustrated. He has been trying to come up with a new passion and just cant do it. Whenever he sits down, it always seems like he's close to a musical breakthrough, but it is conveniently far enough to dodge his grasp. With a frustrated sigh he took off the strap of his guitar, and hanged it on his wall, an expression of disappointment and annoyance, whilst Dixie was flying around the empty house. Without anything better to do, he grabbed his leather backpack and stuffed 30 gold pieces along with 2 rations, his map and multitool and filled his thermos with cold running water before closing the bag and securing it on his back. Then he grabbed his cloak and put it on over the backpack, and mounted his harp and flute on the side of his belt as he walked towards the front door. [color=007236]"Lets go."[/color] he mumbled to Dixie as he got out of his house and walked towards the first direction he felt like going towards, the fox spirit following, floating in the air near him, invisible to everyone else.
Portea was busy as ever, seeing people he recognized over the decades, visitors here to enjoy the city's wonders, as well as new blood hes been consistently seeing in the recent years. The city buzzed with life and it was something he grew accustomed to in his lifetime. Merchants, inventors, mercenaries, that was the norm for the city.
He kept walking mindlessly, looking around and trying to forget about yet another near-breakthrough in the musical world. It seemed like an impossible task at this point, and sightseeing helped him forget about it. Step by step, he walked, up until he saw a carriage. He approached it and got on, seeing the red and white clothing and a green lotus emblem, of one of the merchant families. [color=007236]"Just take me wherever you're going."[/color] and gave the carriage driver 5 gold pieces from his backpack. [color=007236]"That's the standard right? I've got more if needed."[/color] and got comfortable in his seat.


For the entire trip, he pondered. Pondered about his attemps, about his successes and failures, about those that enjoyed his music, and wondered why. The answer was simple, because he was amazing at his work, with unique shows.. but that wasnt what he was looking for, it wasnt enough for him anymore. In the end, he opted to simply enjoy the changing view, from grassy planes and forests, to sandy hills and cactuses, along with his fox companion hovering around them. [i]So we're heading to Kalla.. I can work with that.[/i]
Sun setting behind the dunes and hills of sand, the colors of the sunset complimenting the sandy yellow of the desert. In the far distance could now be seen, the fast approaching town of Kalla.