The past few months were a blur, which was weird for a guy that absolutely didn't touch a drop of alcohol. He had done enough, research, finding a place to stay, wonder around, looking for the painting that the unknown person had send him to and yet he couldn't find it. Which was very frustrating, he had simply (or so it felt like) completely read the Crocus Library. He had to move, he had to go somewhere. And so he packed his stuff, he didn't own much. He came from Hargeon that he knew, but he hadn't find the item there either. Did it belong to him, did it belong to the unknown writer of the letter or what? For crying out loud it was too frustrating.
In the mean time of his months of sort of being absent, he however did pick up a pet. Hazael, a Growlithe. He stared at his friend as he was ready with packing and paid the inn where he stayed. Right time to go to Orchidia, it wasn't that far away so that was a good thing but still his mind was too occupied with thinking about possibilities. Maybe Orchidia knew what he would have to do or where he would have to look for answers. "Come on Hazael, of we go."
Wordcount; 227/200 -> Arrival Orchidia.