Normally, Grosvenor did not have reason to leave Urgasburg. The dark streets were his home, and at night, his stalking grounds. He did often hang about the gates, as he was not above taking a bit of coin as a guide and guard; especially since not everybody used the coach. Some times, people made the long, lonely walk. Some times, fools came in the dark; and some times, they needed help getting to shelter, in surviving their first night.<br/><br/>But some times, the gods, or one's fellow mortals, conspire to change such routines. It is just such a conspiracy, if one could call it that, that saw the self-titled 'Dragon' in Lunescross. But, he's willing to roll with it, and see what happens; if nothing else, the sight-seeing is nice. Realizing there is a world outside the city is enlightening, in its own way; he knew, of course, that the city was not the world, but knowing and understanding are two entirely different things.<br/><br/>At about five foot nine or so--the boots make him taller than he actually is--, the Tiefling stands out for a wide variety of reasons. Starting off from the bottom, and working towards the top of his body: bright blue boots which were quite garish; he wore leather armor with gleaming metal studs, yet carried no obvious weapons; a rather ratty, worn, torn, and stained brown traveler's cloak with holes punched into the hood, through which, his cruelly corned horns could come through; that he has a whip-like tail that is coiled around his hip, and might be mistaken for an actual whip at first glance; the black leather headband that wrapped comfortably around his head, beneath his horns, with the maliciously dark metal, leering skull on it, which sat right about where most mystics would place the 'third eye'; and oh yeah, he has red skin. Very conspicuous, over all.<br/><br/>And yet, he looks surprisingly cheerful for someone that rather exudes a fair degree of menace, which most people would find... uncanny, at the very least. Orange eyes constantly roam around the area as he sort of paces around the coach. "I'm not worried about there being too many people. I'll just hang onto the sides, or the back. It'll be fine." He spoke confidently to Pachski. He was reasonably confident that such a feat was achievable for him. "Maybe the roof?" Perhaps that would be less awkward. Hmm. He'd have to think about it.