Lost // Open Starter
Luthier glanced around, trying to figure out when this narrow alleyway lead into this crowded street. People bustled about, paying him no mind. He watched them carry out their business. It wasn’t as through he was lost per se (he had a map. In his head), but he was in unfamiliar streets with no idea how to get to his destination.
So, perhaps he was a little lost.
He glanced around again, gauging his friendly the people were. He preferred to solve his own problems, and he hated having to bother someone for something as small as directions, but he really had no other option.
"Er, excuse me," he tapped the friendliest-looking person lightly on the shoulder. "I seem to be lost, and I was looking for the local library? Would you know how to get there?"















