The fresh feeling of dirt and dust swept through the feet of an odd looking man. He looked ragged and dirty. Yet also somehow clean, in a metaphorical sense.<br/><br/>It's been an odd number of days since the shark has left his mud hut and ventured out to discover the festivities and wonders of the different culture that Yggdrasil holds in the Fey Jungle. Not that he was to far from the Fey Jungle itself, but he never really took into sightseeing as much. Personal reasons and just reasons we don't even know of really. One thing is for sure though, he sure wanted to see what all the commotion was about that has been going around ever since his visits to the markets near the docks.<br/><br/>Out of the dock waters, a shark man covered in little amounts of clothing would emerge, a sack on his side as he would fasten his fiber-made turban onto his head. He'd look at his now damp clothing, and sigh a bit. It wasn't much a problem, he kinda needed to moisten up his body anyways, but he had to take the trip back to his Rain forest home... Which thankfully wasn't to far at all.<br/>His eyes would observe the many different people, species, age, colors, varying to the hundreds. He can't remember the last time he saw this many people in one place, even more, people that WEREN'T of his own species. It was like a slight study for him to observe the other people that came for this festive event, even if he had no clue what the event was about. It still peaked his curiosity, he's met humans, along with the beings of his "sister" tribe. However he doesn't often like to think really hard onto the topic of his tribe. Guess you'll have to ask him about it later?<br/><br/>He would pull up his scarf a bit more over his face. He was pretty noticeable with his large size, but couldn't help but feel that doing so might at least help. Which it didn't. A thirteen foot, five inches tall man is a hard sight to miss, especially being his body structure which was incredibly muscular. Surprisingly, against everyone's first impression of him through their sight, he's a solitary and gentle creature. But they don't know that yet, as he himself didn't plan on making much company at the moment.<br/><br/>The event was quite an energetic place... Almost a bit to energetic if you asked the man. It wouldn't be a festival if it WASN'T exciting though. At least mostly. So, why not try to at least have a small bit of fun?<br/>His tail swayed, as he would head over towards a market stand, seeing if he could get some of the materials that he had scavenged and collected to pay off. Sure enough, he got a few dozen for one of the feral crocodile skins he had managed to snag himself upon, along with a good deal on some furs that he had accumulated among his days on the river.<br/><br/>It pleased him to see that he could hopefully enjoy a better experience now that he had money… Provided he really needed or not, he needed it anyways to purchase a few accommodations for the way back home. His attention, however, took towards the crowd. Drawing him from odd thoughts, his body would maneuver and trudge through the crowd for space, eventually standing beside a catfish woman that he didn't take much notice as of now.<br/>To see this person speak so loudly and open, despite the person's job for the festival and Yggdrasil himself, made him quite envious of how they spoke with little to no hesitation. Now he's thinking about this and trying to figure out if this is relevant to the festival. Definitely not.<br/><br/>He was very noticeable from the crowd, tall and took up a large portion of space, breathing as quietly as he could but it was a bit odd to other's ears. And now they call upon adventurers to stand with a God? Heavens know that he doesn't really know to be if Yggdrasil is such, but at this rate they might see him from clear visibility.<br/><br/>‘Well, doesn't hurt to try new things!’ he supposed the thought into his mind.<br/><br/>(WELL I T R I E D)