Seirin stopped briefly at the welcoming sign; see yourself, as we see you. He wondered who was behind the placement of such a poignant phrase at the entrance of town. After several long days traveling through Varisia, he'd begun to assume that only simpler folk would make a living out here. Not as an insult, but as a testament to the way life was out here; quiet and filled with natural beauty that was yet to be exploited. He crossed the wooden bridge ahead and entered the town, taking it in. When he saw it up close, it reminded him of home. The streets he'd grown up with were just as closely packed, although the buildings were taller on both sides, often blocking out most of the sun. It didn't feel claustrophobic to him at all!<br/><br/>He didn't go out of his way to hide his nature in this town. A closed mouth hid his enlarged incisors; his small feathered wings folded against his shoulder-blades, hidden from the front and even the side. There was nothing to be done about his devilish tail or reddened skin and off-colored eyes, however, beyond letting his long white hair fall over as much as possible. The male looked like any other<em>female</em>adventurer that might pass through sand-point, though now that he'd arrived he couldn't imagine they got many of those. It seemed like a place visited more often by merchants, traders, and homesteaders than anyone armed for battle like he was. The place seemed friendly; Tiefling or not, he didn't expect to get jumped in the street by the folk that lived here.<br/><br/>It wouldn't take him long to find out what shops in town were offering lodgings. He wasn't able to do so without noticing the suspicious glances from the elder humans of the community; of<em>course</em>the people all the way out here were just as distrustful of him for his very heritage as they were back home. Why would it be any different? Seirin took no action against them because he was so very used to such feelings towards him, but his mood soured in response. He flipped a coin to decide which inn he should seek lodging at, and --<br/><br/>"White deer it is." He whispered in a soft voice, catching the coin on heads as he headed towards the northern part of the town. He aimed to seek lodging -- as long as it was cheap -- and then explore the town properly. The spirit that had joined him in his body was unusually quiet, as if being in the town was enough. He wasn't sure what was expected of him here, but he assumed it would all become clear after spending some time here. He hoped there was some manner of wealth or reputation to be gained; one thing the young Tiefling and his rider could agree was the desire to seek glory. If nothing else, this town had a harbor, however small -- and sailors loved to talk.<br/><br/>He pushed open the door to the white deer without ceremony, crossing over the threshold of the building, wondering if he'd find something packed and bustling even in the middle of the day, or if it'd be relatively empty. an idle hand tugged at one of the heavy leather tassels that made up the flexible ends of his skirt. If nothing else, this would be a good place to stop and prepare his alchemical extracts and mutagen for the day, wouldn't it?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">character stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"> This is Seirin's Character Sheet; descriptions are at the bottom. (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=159428)<br/><br/></div></div>