He made his way leisurely through the small town, his eyes fixating on all the wonders on a number of merchant stalls. There were so many things he had never seen before and he vowed he'd have to come back to pick up a few things himself. He hadn't realized how separated he was from Fiore culture, but every day and every city served as a reminder of the harsh tundra he called his home. His white t-shirt tucked into his orange cargo pants while he strut his way to this Fernando's shop.
He wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for, the town was full of store fronts, barbershops and the like. Everyone here had so much energy and it felt very unlike home, things tended to be more intimate for him, this was anything but. A few merchants attempted to stop him to which he responded by turning out his pockets a broad smile and a very quick change of tone from the shop keeps. He didn't mind though, he was a man on a mission and today he just had to locate Fernando.
WC: 300/500