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To his surprise the ground under him opened up and he fell for what felt like ages, but he winds buffered him and when he touched down he found himself in a town.
If he had all his memories in correct order he would realize the town he was in currently was none other than traverse town, a slow frown, however, parted his lips, for…he couldn’t recall the name of said town.
So he walked down one of the streets slowly, his black organization cloak making soft jingling sounds, black boots thumping, and his Ginsus ~shinking~ each time it hit the ground.
He was getting a lot of glances from a lot of people.
After a few moments he stopped walking and simply hung his head, long black braids falling past his features and he sighed softly.
“I’m getting no where fast.” He stated in a cool tone, and he was about to continue walking when something pulled on his robe, he paused and looked down and saw a little girl looking up at him with wide green eyes, she blinked a bit,
“Mista are you lost?” she asked and Xaldin had to hold back the sudden snarl he wanted to deliver to the child. But something in the back of his mind stopped him and he went to respond to her when the child’s mother walked by and briskly picked her child up and continued to walk.
Xaldin frowned slightly at this and then continued to walk.
Soon he found himself looking up at a sign and he blinked a bit,
“Traverse Town…” he stated softly and sighed softly, starting up the steps by the sign, where he paused, trying to get his bearings back.
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