For a small while, Darian wondered about this strange new city; for the longest time, the unforgiving Wasteland had been his home. Most places there were rundown little hovels made of scrap or if someone was lucky, sheet metal; though those didn't typically last long, as raiding bands targeted sheet metal for their own purposes. It was weird for him to see something so peaceful yet chaotic; though perhaps because it was a different kind of chaos. The marketplace air was rich with the odors of fresh-cooked foods of the various races; though he had to admit he stifled his laughter when he saw a Merfolk male sitting in a water tank preparing some kind of raw fish. One would think they wouldn't harm their sea-faring brethren, but then again, what was certain in this world? Other than death of course.<br/><br/>However, the human then got the opportunity to witness another spectacle; a loud bellow was heard about someone being a liar and then a piece of wood could be seen flying through the air.<i>"What the hell..."</i>he mused, pushing through the crowds to get a better look, only to find that the attraction had moved. "Damn...." Darian muttered; maybe if he got high enough, he could see what was going on. He saw nothing that would work from here; after making his way to the alleys, he found some boxes that led to a slightly more elevated position, which he delicately climbed up and to his surprise, saw a way up that would just HAVE to put him REALLY high above the city.<br/><br/>Pumping his fist in glee, he moved from rooftop to rooftop, climbing up all different ladders of sorts and getting higher and higher. When he could go no more, he found that he was in fact not just really high up, but REALLY, REALLY high. He then saw a strange relic right in the center; he was on top of a church! He had to be; all religions had these weird pieces of iron atop the entrance to their buildings. Giving a low whistle as he then gazed on the rest of what he could see of Nerys - which was quite the fair bit - he said after a chuckle-snort, "Ma would kill me if she saw I was up here...God I just hope she's still alive". A particularly sombering thought, but his rather excellent eyes caught rapid movement; taking off his goggles and squinting, he saw a large figure - probably a Half-Orc - carrying what looked like a human on his back and chasing some guy that was running through the crowds like a scared jackrabbit.<br/><br/>"Must be a thief...Heh, wonder if I can hit him from up here" Darian mused, unslinging his Crossbolt Gun once more; fiddling with the lenses until he got the proper magnification, he drew the string back until it clicked. He then replaced the standard iron bolt with a more aerodynamic Balanced Bolt; at this range he practically had to use it, as the added stabilizers and lighter bolt body would give him more range and penetrating power. In addition, he placed two more in the respective barrels from the left; he had a feeling he might miss, but the crowd was thin enough to where he was confident he wouldn't have to worry about collateral damage. He then gave three and a half turns of the induction rotor, the coils surrounding the barrels of the weapon charging up to give the projectile the proper acceleration.<br/><br/>He was about place his eye to the sight when he saw a massive division in the crowd to his left, essentially ending his interest in the chase between the Half-Orc and the poor bastard stupid enough to steal from him; and upon looking at what was causing it, it was apparent. "High Elves..." Darian sneered; as much as he appreciated the beauty of their women (and with the niggling of instinct that they would probably never get near him, based on what some of the Dark Elf mercs had told him. Though that was no reason for him not to try and get one of those 'holier-than-thou' babes under the sheets), they were a right snarky bunch. Still, if the rumors were true, they were certainly not to be trifled with; though he was curious as to what they were doing here. Putting his eye back to the sight, he saw what had to be the leader of the small band run a hand through his hair and make his way through the crowd. Now Darian didn't know a whole lot about war or strategy, but he could tell this guy was moving with a purpose; there was someone he wanted. But who was it? He couldn't help but be curious; from what little he actually knew of High Elves - thanks to Arcereus' tales of his encounters with them - they often didn't associate with the 'scum' and rarely left their prestigious homes. This place didn't seem all that scummy, so perhaps they came here frequently? He didn't know and honestly didn't care enough to bother going down to ask.