"Sir?" It was the woman from before - that had been surprisingly fast, probably just sent a magical message of some kind to this person that he was looking for. Nevin sat up straighter, blinking away the light doze he had fallen into while waiting. "Sir, Milady will be on her way. She has requested that you head to the dock - there will be a fox with golden eyes waiting to meet you." Nevin stood up and bowed to the woman, making her giggle. The comment about the fox was a bit odd -but considering he had a magical bird that had flown who knows how many miles while trying to find him because their magic had synced, he couldn't really say anything about a golden-eyed fox. The woman waved him off with a titter that she hid behind one hand.

Nevin stretched as he walked outside. While he had been able to get out faster than he had expected, his body and joints had gotten a bit stiff as time passed. Now that he had started the process of meeting the trainer, he needed to find where Sketch had gotten to. Hopefully the orator was still at the Inn and hadn't wandered off to tell stories somewhere. As he walked through the streets, Nevin frowned to himself slightly. There was a chance, if this trainer was irritated over having to train him, that she would be even more upset about having to train two people, one of whom didn't even know Stare, or whoever her half-celestial friend was. Well - they could meet this person and talk with them, at the very least, and work things out from there. Perhaps Nevin could offer alchemical aid of some kind?

Sketch thankfully was still at the inn that he and Nevin had rented rooms at. He was currently in the bar portion of the place, shoving food into his mouth still at an alarming rate. Well, at less of an alarming rate, but the alchemist thought that might be because he was getting used to how much the story-teller ate on a normal basis. The man seemed to use some of his physical reserves in order to work his summonings for his Grym, and ate a lot in order to make up for that. When Nevin informed him of the need to meet at the docks, the other man had nodded and gone to his room to retrieve his belongings. Nevin did the same - and when they had gathered up all their belongings again, Nevin nodded to him and led the way towards the docks where he had been told to meet the.... fox.

It took roughly half an hour since the message had been passed back to Nevin for them to reach the docks, where there was indeed a fox sitting on top of some creates near the entrance to the piers. The small forest creature was dozing in the afternoon sun, and cracked open an eyelid as Nevin approached him. It sat up, stretching and letting out a yawn as it shook itself, then hopped off of the box. It glanced up and down Nevin, then switched its piercing gaze to Sketch, examining him as well. It didn't seem satisfied, or irritated, but neutral, judging them without revealing anything. It twisted its head, jerking it in one direction, then led the way towards a ship moored at one of the piers. The two men followed, Nevin looking around as he tried to figure out just who it was they were trying to meet.