<div class="floatleft">(http://soaringwingsblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/dissidia-firion.png)</div><br/>The trip had been a rather uneventful one for the consul, the festival was the destination for Zach as it would be the ideal place to meet with other heads of state or important people from various places. He knew that when he meet with them he could work his way into situations that gave him the best chance to improve the situation of his homeland. The Altlantian leader was able to find that the roads were filled with colorful characters and people all the way from the boarder to the capital of Ardiana. It made the normally boring task of traveling the roads far less so, and that had been something that he had greatly enjoyed along the way. Also it was most likely interesting because he had not traveled yet to the area, as Consul or any other area either. As well as the fact it had been a very long time since he been to this city at all.<br/><br/>Zach was for once not wearing his traditional grab as the head of the Altlantian Kingdom. He had dressed rather casual for the day, wearing simple black pants and a long black shirt, both which were looser and somewhat hide his natural strong and capable body. He also had on a black bandanna which hide most of his white locks, with the exception of the long bit of white hair that was in a ponytail hanging out of the back of his bandana fitted with a simple piece or string to hold it together. As the Consul entered into town, he walked with confidence, both in how he walked, and the expression upon his face as he walked.<br/><br/>He soon found his tent, and checked it out, it seemed news that he was going to the festival had spread ahead of him. That wasn't a surprise for the Consul as he was decently well known as well as many of the people he had ran into along the trail most likely spread the news ahead, given those two things he wasn't surprised in the least. He set up the things he did have though in the tent making it more comfortable for himself to relax in or enjoy company in as well later on. Finishing up in the tent, he left quietly, he figured this was not the time to stay in that place. He had a mission to do while he was here, he had a simple but important purpose for his being here. First though he knew that he was going to need a understanding of the lay of the land as it were.<br/><br/>He knew the best way to figure things out was to simply listen to what was going on. He knew that if he were to listen to everything and read what he could read. He would figure out the plans for the festival. He did just this walking around listening to various people gathering information about just how things were going to work. He found the information to be rather interesting to say the least. He knew many disputes that his kingdom had with their neighbors, this would provide a fair and good way to path them up and work them out. He knew the type of fighting that it required and he knew that he was more then skilled enough to hold his own.  He stood looking around his eyes scanning the area for anything of interest or anyone of interest at that moment in time.