Boundary wandered the infinite void of blackness, dwelling on thoughts that did not belong to him. Watching people die by hands that were not his, and watching worlds he had never been to die. It depressed and angered him to see these images, but for one to defeat an enemy one must know them on a more personal level first.<br/><br/>But that was not important right now, he had to leave this place soon before the denizens of the realm recognized his presence. While he knew he had more than enough skill to take on the shades of the Realm of Darkness, it was preferable that he not get into a more large scale fight. He suddenly stopped, and reached out with his arm. While at first it passed through the air like it normally would, it suddenly almost disappeared as if he had actually reached inside of something. Violently ripping down, the very fabric of the realm tore apart and revealed a bright light on the other side.<br/><br/>It was then that Boundary felt the all too familiar feeling of turbulence. The immense energies of the Dark Realm attempted to fill the area immediately on the other side and establish a mystical equilibrium between both sides of the portal. He immediately found his footing failing him and jumped into the bright light.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>He flew into the ground hard as he entered the new world, the portal slamming shut behind him almost immediately. The buzz of energy in the air was an all too familiar feeling he had gotten used to since he started using Doorways as a form of travel. Looking around him he got the feeling he had made quite an unlucky jump. There was red liquid all over the floor, though Boundary let out a sigh of relief when he realized that it was not blood, but wine. Bottles were strewn every which way, each one shattered to a bunch of pieces. The wood around where he appeared was somewhat warped and some was black as if it was burnt. Boundary felt sorry for whoever had to clean this.<br/><br/>His body immediately tensed with alertness as he heard footsteps heading towards the door leading to the wine cellar. He immediately began to settle his energies around himself, the excess magic in the air from the jump making this spell much easier and quicker to put up. He began to think of almost absolutely nothing but the very concept of boredom and what was entailed in it. Focusing solely on this and this alone he began to see his vision start to blur as the veil formed around him, making him invisible to the untrained and weakminded. The door opened and a human shaped blur entered the room. Boundary immediately moved ever so slowly around to a wall that stood next to the stairway leading up to the door. The man almost sprinted down the stairs, the noise from the jump probably startling him greatly. As soon as he cleared the stairs, Boundary immediately went on upwards and out of the wine cellar, letting enraged yells echo throughout the cellar. Closing the door silently behind him, he moved around a counter shaped blur and made a bee-line straight for another door shaped blur, opening it and feeling a light breeze blow at his veil. Upon making it outside he began to slowly let go of the veil and allowing himself to gradually fade back into existence. People who saw him would probably chalk up his sudden appearance to them simply not paying attention or the fact he may just have blended into the background. Boundary was glad that he added a slight mental factor to the veil or else he would probably have startled a good number of people. Looking around, Boundary took in his surroundings with a sort of marvel he had never been able to shake off since traveling so much.<br/><br/>There was so many people around here, moving back and forth across the cobblestone streets barely mindful of those around them. They all seemed intent on getting somewhere, where that was he did not know. This seemed like a rather wealthy city, or at least a wealthy district. The buildings reflected the people, elegant wooden and stone buildings littered the area around the roads and beyond. Just above the highest of these buildings he could see series of buildings that resembled castles. It appeared that a lot of wealthier nobles also made this place their home. This must be a trade center or some sort of political cesspool of some sort.<br/><br/>Boundary stopped himself for a second a bit stunned at what he was doing. He had become accustomed to gauging a world's people, status, culture, and structure based on a first glance though he had never done so that fast. He tried to remember how long he had been doing this...a year at the most? It was amazing that he could even make an approximation what with all the time dilations and expansions caused by Dark Realm transit and by moving through completely different worlds.<br/><br/>He easily blended into the crowd, his hood up and his eyes and ears scanning the crowds and groups. He always did this, he simply walked around for several hours in the crowds and listened for gossip and rumors, watched for strange activity, and mainly just tried to find out where he was exactly. During this time he had learned that the city he was in currently in was called Razorplains and that he was in one of the more wealthier districts, based on the sheer number of places he heard mentioned he guessed the city was much larger than he had originally believed. He also learned the best libraries, blacksmiths, alchemists, and general stores to go to if he ever needed his goods so that came in handy. He also heard four races mentioned in conversations that he could hear: Humans, Elves, Merfolk, and Drakekin. Boundary could guess what all those species were just by their names and decided not to search for more information regarding them.<br/><br/>As the day went on Boundary decided that moving among the common folk was no longer something that would net him any more information. He decided that the noble families were something that he would have to look into further.<br/><br/>Boundary immediately left the crowds and moved from castle to castle, trying to get an idea about who lived there and what they exactly did. He was seen by a few of the owners, who thought it strange that a hooded fellow was looking at their home. Some simply ignored him while others angrily yelled him away from their gate. After a long tour (if one could call it that) of each castle, Boundary had attained pretty much nothing that he had not expected. Most of the nobles were pretty much showing off their money to the poorer, though still wealthy folk that passed them by and really nothing more. Whatever work they did do was of no importance to Boundary. The hooded stranger sighed and ventured off once more down the streets of Razorplain, hoping to possibly learn something more from this rather stereotypical leg of the city.