Nothing quite like the direct approach. There wasn’t an easier way to get around making that initial contact. He knew. He tried about every tactic known to man. From inspirational quotes, to advertising himself like he was a little empty in the brain department. Among other more terrifying options. None of those said tactics had any real predictable rate of success. So, he found the direct approach the most efficient. If it didn’t work, he would move on. Made sense.
In reality, he didn’t have much time to filter through crowds looking for fine candidates.
He might have been more concerned if his presence wasn’t a source of confusion for the people he wandered amongst. It certainly wouldn’t bode well for the terrain he entered. Armored figures weren’t exactly the most...... welcome of sights. Representatives of war. Of rougher times. Of something few would readily embrace unless they had a bone to pick.
So, although it did slow down his progress to have to explain himself, he couldn’t get angry with those who saw him differently.
He was standing in a full suit of armor!! He had to give them that.
“It’s okay.” He waved a gloved hand, shooing away any further apologies that might bubble to the surface.
“I guess you could say I’m a tourist. I’m a traveler from a distant place!” An armored tourist was a little strange to claim, but hey, those were trying times. Trying times indeed.
