(Closed starter for @korvyna)
Shurima. A place much too hot for Arkyn’s liking - at least it was during the daylight hours. The cold that dwelled within him wasn’t losing to the heat, but it certainly wasn’t winning, either. While Arkyn had never been human, he wondered if he was approaching their normal body temperature the longer he stayed here.
Getting clothing had been one of his first orders of business. He usually didn’t bother changing his style of dress to match the region, seeing as temperature had little effect on him. It was only necessary for extremes. While shopping, he’d been asking around for any word on scholars or historians, those who had collected ancient history or were in the process of doing so. The lady who sold him a new pack had informed Arkyn that a foreigner had been looking into something like that, directing him towards a certain restaurant the foreigner was said to frequent. Well, it was at least a lead.
As luck would have it (it usually didn’t), Arkyn caught glimpse of someone matching the general description as he approached the restaurant. A woman with brown hair and catlike ears - a Vastayan, as he’d come to learn the term only recently. It seemed she was about to head inside.
“Excuse me,” Arkyn said, waving her down, “Are you I’lsae?”