He still saw the guild as a bit sissy. Or at least the logo of the guild. Some girly prancy horsey head. Not what he expected to have on his body. And he didnt get along with males. Or at least the one joyan who was rather snobby in his opinion. He really looked punchable. But he knew conflict like violence wasnt allowed.
Anywho, getting that annoyance out of his head, he focused on looking for like certain stores. He kind of needed to fit in the guild more. At least appearance wise with clothing. He couldnt stick out like a sore thumb. He grumbled as he thought of it
"I'm so bad at this" he grumbled to himself.
Fashion wasnt his strong suit. And anything he'd browse from a window, he couldnt see himself in.
His path led him to the square, which he hasnt spent time in a while. He would mostly only pass it. Never stop to rest.
His primary thought was what to do. Considering he was so lost and confused