@underteika
It’s with a tightly-clenched jaw that he walks through Sector oo3, hand ever-ready to draw his sword. He had never ventured to District Delta in his previous visit; as much as he’d rather not admit that he’s a bit lost, that is, alas, the reality of this situation.
Being lost in this manner is a new experience for him, considering he had jurisdiction over the same world for centuries and thus knew every peak and valley across the Sylverant landscape. Feeling numb, aimless, and directionless, however, is something he knows all too well. At the very least, searching for his new home provides him with a temporary purpose.
For efficiency’s sake, he decides to ask a fellow citizen for assistance. Perhaps he is drawn to this particular person because of their gloomy aura, something he himself so often projects. It’s something that he, for better or for worse, is inherently more inclined to trust (though trust is, perhaps, the wrong word).
“...District Delta should be beneath this Sector. Where can I find the entrance?”