Out of Character:
Closed to Mystic and Garmith


Sven took a deep breath of the crisp sea breeze.
He had just arrived in a port town, Talmhaidh, in the region of Dheathain.

Trying to blend with the Draconian and Fae natives, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
A human priest meshed in with a crowd of Dragons and Faeries, he thought bitterly, I must seem so foolish to the natives. Best not go starting trouble...

Hearing his stomach growl loudly, he sighed.
So.... hungry... He put a hand gingerly over his whining belly, wishing he had at least some pocket change to get a small meal, even a snack.
Anything to qualm his hunger.

Suddenly startled by a loud whistle, he realized that his boat was about to leave. Jumping, he bolted toward the loading docks.
If this boat left him, he would be stuck in this town for days longer, which would obviously lead to his being found by the church.

Sven quickly reached the docks, finding the last few passengers boarding the ship.
"W-Wait!" He ran to the boat's entrance, speeding inside.
After several moments of standing in the doorway and panting heavily, he realized nearly everyone in the vicinity was staring oddly at him.

He blushed softly, imediatley dropping his gaze and murmuring soft apologies as he walked further inside.

Way to stay hidden, dolt... He thought with a steely humor.