[ he picks slightly at the edge of the sticker affixed - apparently permanently - to his chest. literally. alvis isn't really sure how it's so securely... attached to his skin, but having noticed one or two others so far similarly messing with identical stickers on themselves, he's assuming there was some sort of assumption of clothing involved in the process. probably that most people wear shirts. just his luck.
the guard's statement gets little more than a slight eyebrow, and then alvis decides he'll likely get better information elsewhere.
whomever you happen to be, he's decided you seem like you might be able to dispense at least some facet of the general information required to canvas a new environment. he also probably appeared more or less out of nowhere and seems to be wearing a cape. ]
Friendly place you guys've got here.
FLONA CAVE; BEACH PARTY &c.
[ he's never actually seen an ocean. trees, sure; rivers and waterfalls, he's been blessed; and lakes aren't too far away on leith if you know where you're going and have a free day for a long hike.
but an ocean.
the sound of waves hitting the shore is historically and universally captivating for many people, and it's in this respect that alvis finds himself honing in a little closer to "normal" than he usually seems to land. standing there, watching the water, the light glinting sharply off it here as a wave crests and shimmering there as it falls down. he'll catch up on the rest of the party in a little bit, drawn back out of this fascination, but at the moment... ]
EARN SOME SILVER; 1
[ alvis is holding a pot of something he doesn't know the name of and isn't sure he actually likes the smell of, attempting to dispense fashion advice based on trends he has nonexistent knowledge of, and also holding the leash on some kind of something in the other hand.
you're probably wondering how he wound up in this situation.
honestly, so is he. one moment he was exploring, the next he noticed someone about to drop something that was obviously too heavy for them. being within reach, he came over to help get the object safely to a flat surface. almost immediately he was handed something else that smelled a little bit like cookies on something he'd expect to find on the eastern side of the bazaar, which was weird but not horrible, but still weird.
the rest of it he would be more hard-pressed to recall, given how much attention was suddenly being devoted to what was already going on. want to come offer some help to the guy who originally offered help? what kind of shop is this, anyway?? ]
No, put the green one up again? That one's better.
ANYTHING ELSE
[ other stuff not listed. i'm midcirclenine or you're more than welcome to just come up with smth else cold-read style if you're intrigued enough. ]
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intro log 2 | the calm
FLONA CAVE; BEACH PARTY &c.
EARN SOME SILVER; 1
ANYTHING ELSE