Tycho watched the newcomers to the island from a shaded seat located under a large tree. To the untrained eye he looked just like some relaxing mercenary, but that was far from the actual truth. Clothed in studded leather of a fine quality, and armed with two blades whos origins were to be found in the mysterious lands in the east of the world. Of these newcomers to the island, he noticed a tiger of all things and it's handler, which appeared to be some form of Elf. Her companion also struck some interest, unmistakably a catfolk, who seemed to be rather keen on keeping up with the Elven woman and her tiger. Tycho wasn't much bothered by them, even if the latter's race wasn't that common, their buisness is their to know and for him to not care about. He had his own plans for the day, and they involved not meddling with those that couldn't assist himself in someway.<br/><br/>Standing up from his shaded seat a ways away, Tycho ambeled down a rough dirt road towards the main market place, in the general direction of the pair of newcomers. When he arrived in the market place, he joined in with the massed crowds of newcomers and shoppers. He honestly didn't understand why people even bothered coming to this wretched island anymore, it was a literal wasteland inside the inner areas, an if the undead monstrosities didn't kill you then the roving band of degenerate outcasts would do. It was a doomed island in his mind, the other cities had been spared thus far because their guards were exceptiaonlly competent, at least Light's Beacn had it's namesake white beacon. But who was he to argue with the opinion of potentially hundreds of people that were arriving, they'd figure out soon enough why thie island wasn't so popular after all.<br/><br/>Continuing his leisurely walk amoungst he townsfolk and newcomers, he passed several seemingly well stcoked stalls each selling their own unique invetory of goods to the others that lived in the area. Had it not been for the constant threat of living in a plac elike this, then it may have almost been calm and relaxing. Perhaps even a holiday to some folks. But that was a far cry to what it was, and he didn't exactly see anything changing in a hurry. Zombies and other monsters roamed the desolate outsides of the cities, and outasts plotted their ways back into the cities they are shunned from. Nothing was peaceful about it save the oceans.<br/><br/>As he walked, Tycho kept throwing momentary glances at the catfolk man and his companion, they were not so much worry, butrather the huge tiger that they travelled with. How on earth they had trained such a creature was beyond him, but it didn't matter all too much, he had a plan forming in his mind.