STARTER CALL | @ireadaboutit
The Marksman found it rather easy to adjust to his new home, as someone that prefers to keep to themselves he strayed away from populated areas and loitered around places full of nature. Being in quiet places such as these made a pleasant sort of feeling wash over his core, and though he would never admit it he wanted to feel it more often. Having grown tired of the wide field of flowers in Archimedes, Frei decided to travel and see what the other wards had to offer. And so he did, finding himself in Cotes ward. The cherry blossoms didnât suit him much and soon he found himself in the Bamboo Grove.
Bamboo...he vaguely recalled seeing it once before in his travels, they made for interesting forests. A few animals skittered about and he wondered if this would be a good place to go hunting, but without his rifle in hand he dismissed the thought. Content to stand in relative silence among the bamboo, he stopped upon noticing that he wasnât alone. A human in rather antiquated attire was gawking him, and he turned his piercing gaze to him. Seems as though humans found him no matter where he went, and he narrowed his eyes a bit as the smoky plume that made up his head waved about in a passing breeze.
âItâs rather impolite to stare at others, you know.â