Zegeruss wondered down the festive grounds, looking around for something, even he not knowing what he searches for. The tall buildings were full of comotion, wether it be bars and drunken brawls, or sex from a room above somewhere. Nothing shocked him. He's Was in dwarf country. Something caught his eye, in the crowds, and as he continued walking to what seemed to be a very inviting scent, he bumped into someone. Falling back onto his bottom, his rifle sliding a few feet tword the man he had so rudely bumped shoulders with. Zegeruss was, by no means weak, but the solid figure he'd hit, was Sheerly radiating stamina.<br/><br/>"oh s-sorry! I uh, was a bit sidetracked... By uh..." Zegeruss, never once looking the man in the eye, by even bothering to know if the person had noticed. All he currently cared about, was the rifle he'd dropped. He starting reaching for it, hoping Nothing would interfere...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>