"During this journey to reach the ultimate power, to hold it as thy own, and reclaim from all others the strength to rebel. To give purpose to the weak, that they'll sharpen and bare their fangs in this eternal game of give and take." the black haired foreigner spoke in a more strict form of the language, his attempt at coming across as strong-willed to any who took to his voice. "Its give and take, push and pull. Here, push me and we shall commence combat."
Unfortunate, his stature and voice hadn't seemed imposing enough to keep the older man's attention, the foreigner was nearly half the older man's height and rarely ever spoke in a outside voice or with projection. His words had pretty much fallen on deaf ears from the start of this conversation, and went disregarded to the older man he was speaking with through and through. Alhough, the shift in his tone and simulated bass in his voice caused the man to wake from his nap.
"Aha, hu, hmm. I'm sorry, what were we talking about? I've really gotta be somewhere an-" the man asked, trying to be polite as possible but was stopped short by the shorter, black haired young man. "Forgive me, you seem to be..no challenge to me, as I'd previously speculated." He said without remorse. The older man seemed puzzled at what was even happening but it was apparent that his patience was extremely high.
"Fine, since you've no strength, point me to someone who does have strength. Give me this knowledge at least." The older man seemed unsure of what to say, more so out of confusion than lack of understanding, though that wasn't quite obvious to the black haired foreigner. "Where might I find someone that could possibly kill me?" The dark haired young man asked with a disturbing amount of certainty and eagerness, though he wasn't really sure how else to ask about where the strong lurk, oak town was fairly large, and their was no guarantee that any street walking civilian could actually give the young man what he desired.
The older man chuckled a bit and answered before pointing to the top of a hill in the distance and walking away. "Look kid, why don't you go ask over there?"
"Aha, I see." The young man made his way in the direction of the older mans finger, towards the hill that was singled out. The distance was not a problem...at least at first. Traversing the flat terrain of the city streets was simple, then came the difficult part. His climb to the top. Starting out it's a slight incline that gradually steepened as the path extends along the mountain side in a swirl until it was just a straight shot up to what looked like a building. "A chapel?" the the black haired young man thought. With every step he could feel his chest burn with the sensation of fatigue, it came as a feeling of cold air entered his lungs, comforting him but burning twice as bad when exhaled.
As the air began to thin along the climb, although very slightly due to the lack of true altitude gain, that was the least of the young man's concerns, he was used to being uncomfortable, it was just another test of his strength. "Why would that man point me to a chapel, perhaps he knows something I don't, a secret? I mean, I've read of these chapels; full of sinners who've sinned and false forgiveness given by the owners who run such establishments, right?" he pondered, questioning himself along the way. "True forgiveness is earned with true strength." He stated, and continued to climb, this time with more determination and an extra amount of applied force behind his steps.
Nearing closer to the building it resembled that of a chapel, more foreign in design to natives, but familiar probably to foreigners. The circular domes atop the building resembled a type of architecture that wasn't all too common near this town and possibly on this continent; each round cap seeming larger up close than the last, of course, but still in short distance its appearance was larger than one would expect of a topping for a building this size. The young man brought his hands up to the doors of the building, pushed against them with little effort, testing the resistance and whether they might be closed or not. "Whether it is a chapel or not, i need to know who hides their strength here." thought the young man. Being that the doors hadn't budged, he applied even more force onto them, to the point of leaning full shoulder into it.
The doors gave way to the inner labyrinth of a mass building, much larger on the inside than its outside perspective, with individuals scattered all about inside. The young man wasn't quite sure of what to think, but upon closer observation, this was perfect. "Its not a chapel as I pictured but rather, a type of sect, a group maybe?" he mumbled. One thing he did notice was a symbol many had adorned to their bodies, the same symbol decorated all around the inside of the building. It reminded him of an incomplete tadpole trying to devour the rest of it's missing self...
He approached the closest stable surface that had the nearest resemblance to a bar. Though he had no actual evidence, he could practically feel himself being observed from various angles as the buildings overall vibe seemed to have changed since his arrival, he paid it no mind though. While moving he began speaking softly to himself "Good, a bar. These should carry abundances of information. And if this is the right kind of establishment, I may be able to find use in this cult, or at least use they people here."
Pulling up a seat to the stern wooden surface before him, his eyes were scanning for someone who could help him further understand the rules of the establishment he'd entered. Though he hated to admit to it, the young man was lost not only in the moment but sadly enough, in life. He wanted to be strong but wasn't so sure how to climb that ladder. Without thinking he'd announced loud and naively to whoever was nearest that his voice had taken to, "I am known as Tecka, from where I've come. Could anyone here tell me were I am exactly?"