[center][b][h3][color=ED2939]Saur[/color][/h3][/b][/center] Scratch. Scratch. Tap tap tap. Scratch.

Seated on his own in a smaller corner of the vessel below deck, the crimson-scaled Kobold sat with a handful of tools laid out on the ground before him. In his claws was a thin, wooden stick; a stem of what would soon be his final creation before he arrived at this so-called village of healing. The stick was raised up to his long snout, turning it over in his claws to give it a thorough examination. Content with what he was looking at, he opened his mouth, a small breath escaping his maw to wash over the wooden tool to ensure that there was no leftover debris. He then raised the tool he held in his left claw, ready to begin carving in the notches that would soon become the fletching and the nock.

This is how the small lizard man had spent the entire trip thus far. The moment he had stepped foot on the boat to his destination, he had gone to work immediately. His first course of action had been to maintain a low profile as he stepped around the ship, eyeing up the other passengers. He even snuck into some of the crew-only sections of the ship to make certain that he wasn't going to find what he was looking for. He had doubted it the whole time, of course, but one could never be too careful with this kind of thing. He had long-since figured out that anybody could be anything.

Once he'd found himself a nice, out of the way corner of the ship below the deck where he was confident he would be left largely to his own devices, he had sprawled out his various woodworking tools and gone to work. There was a small porthole window nearby, so he could keep an eye on the time while he whittled his time away crafting more ammunition for himself. He didn't trust reputations alone, so he wanted to make sure he was prepared if something happened in this strange town he called his destination.

And with what he was hoping to find, he wouldn't be surprised if something did.

Upon finishing his final arrow, he looked up, noting that the light was already beginning to fade from the window, the bright blue of the sky beginning to shift into a more orange hue, while the brighter blues began to darken. According to the crew, they would be arriving at the town by sundown, so in all likelihood, they were going to be pulling into a dock soon. Tucking his new creation into the quiver he'd laid to rest beside him, he began to gather all of his tools and put them back into the bag where they belonged.

Taking a deep breath, the Kobold stood himself up and made his way back to the surface, just in time to witness the town ahead, nestled up against the shores. Ranshelm, the town of healing. 

[i]A refuge of healing, where diseases fade.[/i]

He couldn't imagine this description referring to anywhere but here. Which meant that this was the best place to start looking. Saur took a deep breath as he readied himself. He had no idea what was to come, but he felt himself adequately prepared for his hunt.

Saur's verdant gaze eyed the shore as it drew ever closer, waiting until, finally, the vessel came to a halt and a plank was laid out, allowing the passengers to disembark. He was among the first to step across the wood, eager to get to work before the sun disappeared completely. However, as his clawed feet tapped against the wooden dock, he realized that he was not the first one to have left the confines.

The sight of this other figure gave Saur pause. What else could he do? In all of his time, he had never once seen somebody quite like this one. Cloudlike, pure white hair dancing around their head in the wind. But, wait...was it just him? For a brief moment, he could have sworn that it billowed in a different direction from the gentle breeze he himself was feeling...? He watched her for a brief moment out of curiosity, but it seemed that this figure seemed content to simply stand there along the dock and drift her own gaze toward the distant wood.

The red lizard soon caught himself staring and shook his head. Gah, what the hell was he doing...? He had something he needed to do, he shouldn't just stand there, gawking at other strange passengers. He had information to gather.

And so, he began to step forward again. If the strange, airy figure stayed where she was, he would continue past her, doing what he could to fight his curiosity and avoid looking back up at this figure, headed straight for the town proper. He knew what his first destination was going to be: a village tavern or inn, or a mix of the two. That tended to be where information gathered, after all. He just had to find the place first....