Charles
*He inhales sharply looking to the sky; blue and clear as could be. Soft splotches of white fluff splattered on a light blue canvas. Jealously arises as Lucrum wishing he had such clarity. As the sky or his spectacles lenses, and his bold red jacket resting his shoulder as if it were a cape. His view falls to the settlement around him bustling with trade and commune, he recalled moments of his childhood taking place here. The sensation of nostalgia gave him hope and vigor for what was soon to come. The is where it all began. . . His __looong~__ awaited odyssey. Was it wise of him to ask for help? Should he burden these people with his own dysfunctional family relations?—.

No, There was no turning back now. The letters were sent and these people were soon to arrive. All he had to do now was give his first impression, and witness theirs. He grew anxious, seeing others passerbyers, as he attempted to match a face to words to on a letter. . . 

Silly, and ineffective but.— Something to pass the time as he grew more and more antsy. Idling next to the borrowed horses, he takes out a compass that seems to be broken, as it does not standardized itself north. . . His sense of spatial awareness fades away as everything around him is put in the background, a cloud dark of irrelevancy, And a mere second thought.

He stares intently at the item, gifted to him by his godmother. Being more than intrigued but engrossed by the object that is supposed to ensure safe navigation and travels. . . He wonders why til this day. . . Why— was this his 18th gift. . . The needle on the compass twitches on the opposing end towards him indicating something behind him approached. He exhales softly, shaking his head at the far fetched fantasy. Could it just be his arm was jittery? It would be ironical.*

*Lucrum raises his head once more as he scans the crowd for faces, watching—observing. He feels a different sensation other than angst. Sensing the approach of one—or possibly more.*

*Locking onto him. Good to know he stood out, bad to not know to whom*
Angela
*Terrel tightened his grip on the reins of his horse, carefully directing it through the crowds of people that walked throughout the trading republic. Occasionally he would hold silent stares at each of them, watching for the potential of one being whoever it was he was looking for. The Steppe Elf turned to look on ahead, the mask of a pig lying atop his face grew warm with the heat that sun provided overhead though he gave no notice of it. Whoever this LK was sure seemed insistent enough on grabbing his attention. It could have been a trap of sorts, though Terrel hadn't seen much action before arriving here. Either way, it'll be a change that he'll either walk away from upon seeing little use of it or stick to with the idea of it carrying an importance that'll be useful to him later.

He lowered a gloved hand down towards one of his horse's saddle bags, touching the loose parchment of the letter he was sent. Terrel had decided to keep it there in case he needed it later on, but assuming that this was the place he was supposed to be, he wouldn't have any use for keeping it any longer. As he parted his way through the crowd, his gaze eventually fell on a man who seemed to be sitting in waiting. With a light tug on his horse's reigns he slowed him to a stop to observe the man somewhat distantly. He definitely stood out from the rest with his small collection of horses as if preparing for a trip with more than one, two, maybe even three travelers. He seemed to be looking out for something or someone to which Terrel decided to take his chances.*

*He laced the reigns of the horse in his fingers before he slowly slid down off the horse's back onto the warm pavement below. Terrel walked towards Lucrum, the snort of his horse being enough of an attention capture if the pig mask wasn't already. His red cloak waved at his sides from the same gentle breeze that sought the need to rustle up the locks of pink hair that fell down to his shoulders. He gave a small grin as he approached, saying in a rather casual, monotone voice:*

"Looking for someone?"
Jean
Shaori awkwardly bumped on some shoulders of the crowd of people in the trading republic, struggling not to drop her purse nor the letter in her hands. Who would be LK? Was she really in the right place? Her pink ears were held up for any call from someone, and her blue tails held together to look like one in an attempt to avoid drawing too much attention. She continued to walk, trying to remember if it was the right place while reading the letter again to be sure. 

Not far away, she saw two men with some horses. It could only be them. Shaori tried to dodge people and approached Lucrum and Terrel with a curious look in her eyes. Upon her arrival, the two could smell a sweet scent being exhaled from her. Shaori leaned over a little, curious, causing her long wavy hair to fall to the side. She just hoped they weren't just two strangers and she didn't mistake them for the people she was looking for.

"Hello! Would you be Mr. LK by any chance?" She looked at the two men up and down before arching an eyebrow, wagging her tail lightly in the air. "I'm Shaori, I imagine you sent this letter to me..." The kitsune reached her hand into the bag, removing the letter she had kept before approaching them from inside it. She raised her hand in the air to show them the paper.