He ate his breakfast in peace and cleaned the dishes. Letting them dry, he put on his outfit for the day. A royal purple shirt with a gold trim. A pink sash around his waist and white pants. He put on his red cloak and adventured out. Exploring the new environment still, he found different places everyday. Some days he would end up in the dark parts of town, others he was in the rich and elegant areas. Fiore was different from his homeland very much. There was not much artsy stuff. He did admire the architecture of some of the buildings. The mage stood tall and confident amongst the early afternoon crowd. People passed him by, overlooking the forgiener.
He remembered LeeAnn's orders, remain a forgeiner and keep profile low. He had to use his father's last name just to pull this off. It was for the sake to prove he belonged into the family. His step-father had casted a spell on him to prevent him from telling such as secret. He had to keep his lips seal. Leon scanned the area, looking around at all the differnet shops. There were many ones that were bakeries, candy shops, clothing stores, and plenty of other things. Small displays were shown in the store. He window shopped on his own. A little while later, he heard a large sum of people whispering. His eyes gazed upon someone who seemed to be in trouble. The man calmly went to go see what was the matter. He would help anyone who seemed they were in a bind. His tall height helped him see over the heads of everyone.