67th of Spring, 513 AV
It was cold. It was terrible and miserable and cold. Living in a cave his entire life, he at least had the ambition to visit other places. As his "Empire" had finally started to open up to the world, he knew this was a good opportunity. He just expected it to be a little more... friendly. Both he and his bird felt miserable. Despite Zovah's thick feathers shielding it from the weather, it just wasn't enough. And Zed... his clothing wasn't appropriate at all for something like this. He wore a vest, but it, along with most of his body, was covered by a red cloak. The cloak looked to be fairly exquisite, as was the clothing underneath it, although left hidden. The people surrounding him stared horrifically, like he was here to invade, or do terrible things unto them. Well, it was more his dragon-sized bird that they were staring at.
He liked the fear, and the curiosity. That was one of the few things he did expect after coming here, and something that hadn't managed to disappoint. The people here act like they've never seen an Inarta before, he relayed into Zovah's thoughts. It was their weird telepathy thing they had going on. Although, since Zed sucked at Nari, to Zovah it sounded more like... Here people don't Inarta before? Well, that was the end of that conversation.
After a time of wandering, he eventually came up to a guard or... someone who looked like a guard, and began to ramble a bunch of questions in their face. Where was the leader of Avanthal? Who would receive him? Where were the accommodations he had come to expect here? No one seemed to know. The guards didn't seem to know anything, and the people didn't seem to know anything. Just like he expected; he had been drowned by a tide of idiots. "Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot." Every person he walked by, he spouted that one word. Obviously, people didn't take it very nicely. But what could they do, with the behemoth following him around? "Hey idiot, do you know where I can find some help?" He asked quite rudely to a tired looking man, who eyed him, ignored him, and continued on.
After a while, he found the answers he needed. It was as simple as marching up to the place of leadership and forcing them to comply. Zovah, although not happy with his obligations, went off with a few traders to deal with their problems for them. He promised mentally to be back soon, although he personally wasn't too sure about that. He didn't know if Avanthal was to be trusted yet, but he was sure that Zovah would be able to deal with any problems that they created for him. After all, he was larger than life, and stronger than a mountain. While Zed dealt with the commoners and the riffraff here, he could trust his friend to do the same down there.
The Endal didn't find anything entertaining in the city. He wandered around, stared at the instruments, the shops, the people scurrying about. Obviously, people were less inclined to put up with him, now that his bird had gone. Still, some of them were either nice enough or tolerant enough to lead him to the more interesting part of town: the stables. He had always wanted to see a horse. Rumor told him that they were useless and would march off of clifftops like idiots when left to their own devices. That they were weak and docile, prey to men and their ambitions. Not as majestic as or powerful as the eagles. But still, animals nonetheless. And animals... he had always enjoyed them, and their presence. Wandering down to the point of interest, he began to hum a random tune.