Dennis
Yzack was seen straying around the streets of Salvania while looking for the Adventurer's Guild, before ended up lost in the huge city like this. The people starting to grow larger in population and were getting busier ever since that day. Not to mention the bright sun that almost melts this young man, covered in sweat due to the hot, unpleasant day. 

Yzack would never make such complaints like that, but instead he continued to walk over the Salvania St before eventually collapsed due to the sun's temperature. What makes it even worse: no water supply. So in this case, what would Yzack do?
Charlene
*Clink. The simple sound signified multiple things. First, that the clinker had finished with their business with whomever might be concerned, and that the thing making the clink was that payment. Second, that the coin deposited so ought to be enough to cover the difference accrued by the giver. And third, that the giver wished to be somewhere else but here. Alloces slid his arm back into the thin cotton cloak that concealed most of what he wore, including the two swords slung over his back, as well as the blackened cuirass that would seem worthless to everyone but him.*
*He dragged an arm briefly over his perspiring forehead as he hurried out of the cool tavern onto the blisteringly hot streets, almost running in his haste to reach his destination, entering the cool shade of the stables across. Ventus knickered unhappily in his cramped stall, bucking lightly and kicking at the hay beneath his feet to make his displeasure well known. Alloces chuckled, patting him on the side of his neck and darting his fingers back before they were bitten off.*
*They didn't like it here. Everything was too loud, gaudy, and overpriced. The people were rough and painfully duplicitous at the best of times, and despite the best haggling efforts from Alloces, they could almost smell out the countryside on him, or at least, that he wasn't part of the madmen cooped up in these stone cages they called buildings, chipping away at wallet and morale with equal ferocity.*
*He paused to look over the bustling throngs, even as Yzack staggered forward. He watched with a hint of pity at the plight of the young man, before walking out to the entrance of the stables, not quite entering the strip of hot stone they called a street.*

*Then the young man collapsed, and things got a hint more serious. He quickly maneuvered his way through the street to haul the young man into the shade to prevent him from being trampled underfoot. Calling over the stable boy for a bucket of water, he would dip a rag in the liquid and put it over Yzack's forehead to get his temperature down.*
Dennis
Slowly, but at least Yzack's fever cools down before he can open his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit his eyes were opened. His vision seems a bit blurry but when he gets the clearer view towards his surroundings, he ended up seeing a stranger aiding him for safety from getting the Carpet Syndrome (jokes aside).

"Hmm... Wh-Who is this...? Are you... Saving me...?"

His voice was a bit of crack, signals that he was stable and his fever is slowly cools down. But still, he was nowhere from feeling well so he might needed some rest before he can continue his journey to Adventurer's Guild.
Charlene
*Alloces was about to respond until he saw Ventus. Ventus looked, ran, and went to the bathroom like any normal warhorse, but his diet was disturbingly varied. The horse looked at the two-legged thing his master had dragged over. It wasn't rotting. Check. And it wasn't blue with red polka dots. Check. Alloces gave him a stern look, pointing over to the hay stacked in a nearby trough.*
"He's still alive, so he isn't food, you omnivorous oddity. Finish the hay if you want oats tonight."
*As Alloces lectured Ventus, Yzack would be able to get a fairly good long look at the man. He stood at 6 ft and some change, and seemed fairly toned, if not overtly muscular. Rather plain, dust-stained trousers of good quality indicated that he was a wanderer.*
*He still had on a rather thin cotton cloak despite the heat, which parted to reveal a well-made shirt, hidden beneath what seemed like a completely black, and incredibly rusty cuirass. Strange though, since it's shade of black would make such rust hard to notice at the best of times. He wore a simple hood to shield against the sun, and a piece of dark cloth covered most of the bottom part of his face, leaving only a pair of slitted dark eyes. His skin was lightly tanned from years of sunlight, what parts of it weren't hidden underneath cloth, like his hands.*
"Not quite saving you, really. More like stopping you from turning into a bloody pancake. Are you new to cities like this? The midday heat is always a danger to outsiders, me as well. The city people are used to it, like humans living constantly in an oven."
*He muttered ruefully.*
"What were you trying to do, get yourself flattened?"
Dennis
Yzack felt a bit of a headache due to the stress involving the heat from the sun rays. But even so, Yzack must reach the Adventurer's Guild. So he would reply with a creaky, weak voice,

"I-I'm sorry for m-making such a fuss around here, sir..."

Yzack was seen wearing a regular outfit but with something long attached to his hips: a sheathed black sword with the metal scabbard shone towards Alloces' vision. Yzack's build is just as expected from a normal Macen. Straight build, well firm and quite a bit weak in terms of energy because of hours of walking at several paths in the streets of Salvania. Well... That was how Yzack supposedly looks like in Alloces' perspective.
Charlene
*Alloces waved off the apology.* 
"What fuss? Hell, if you fell there the others would just grind you into meat paste without any comment, that's how much of a hurry city people are. Anyways, the best thing for you to do is get to an inn and wait out the day, come out when it's cooler. I don't because I'm accustomed to the heat, doesn't mean I enjoy it, but I'm accustomed."
*He pointed at the sword.*
"Not bad to have it out for show, but you might want to get a dagger or two for potential criminals or murderers. Alleyways make it awful hard to swing a blade."
*He said, rummaging through some saddlebags hanging from a post to reveal a wickedly sharp stilleto, before putting it back.*
Dennis
"Oh I see..."

Yzack replied with a slight nod. But then again, he did have a good rest in an inn before eventually got involved in a fight with Hynes. Well, the thing about him and Hynes is that they were once acquaintance, but Hynes were easily forgotten about Yzack and this pissed him off. Almost. So yeah, their swords clashed. Long before the battle ends, Hynes decide to give the victory to Yzack because of his undeniable skills as a swordsman.

"Well... Can you show me where can I find the Adventurer's Guild?"
Charlene
*Alloces frowned at Yzack.* 
"You want to go there? Are you planning on becoming one? Well, it's safer than being a mercenary like myself, I suppose."
*He looked to Ventus, who glared right back at him, munching on the hay. After a bit he chuckled and raised his arms in surrender.*
"Alright, we proceed on foot. It's not too far of a distance anyways, just hard to get to if you don't know where it is. Probably in an attempt to prevent inexperienced applicants, I suppose."