His time spent at sea was not a particularly wondrous part of his journey; though in his time wandering, he has certainly had it rougher. Still, he is glad to finally be on solid land again; no more pitching, and heaving. No more creaking and groaning of the ship. It actually feels a little odd, but, he finds his 'land legs' soon enough.<br/><br/>His simple armor, if one could really call it that, did more to conceal his visage and appearance more than anything else. He's had his share of rough times over who and what he was; times he's only ever really scraped by with the aid of his Eidolon, which currently remained unsummoned. There was no need for them at the moment; it would just make a panic, or a spectacle.<br/><br/>However, when he finds himself practically swarmed, he kind of wishes he had changed his mind about keeping the Eidolon off in whatever realm it liked to dwell in. He'd settle, instead, for gentle but firm gestures with the butt of his spear, to part the crowd and make his way forward. Over the calls of hawkers and beggars, he thought he could hear another voice; one that had a greater purpose.  It was in that general direction he would continue. There was another sound, too, which he couldn't quite place.