The breeze blew in off the lake and tousled with Cowlquape's stray hairs. Cowlquape loved the smell of the lake in the air, and loved how it cooled the drafts as they crossed near it.
He decided to take a stroll around the central district while the day was nice and sunny. He tapped his cane on the board walk way near the main office buildings as he casually drifted along. Was he looking to promote his business? Perhaps, if the opportunity arose. He wasn't one to prance about on the streets with an advertisement, however. Business cards, maybe. Hand-written little pieces of thick parchment with his name and address, soaked in excess cooking fat and then dried in the sun.
Was he really just out for a stroll? Well, yes. Cowlquape has the ability to perceive minute details and synthesize them into a workable picture. It was both his hobby - and his job. A casual stroll through a city turned into sort of a puzzle for him, as the sights and sounds and smells swirled through his brain until multiple conclusions could be formed.
As it so happened, a man ran past him from behind. He was a young man, likely in his early twenties, with tan skin and short black hair. His trousers were pulled up by suspensions and his shirt was old and billowy. Cowlquape only saw him for a split second, but the stench of sweat was easily caught, as well as the trails it marked on the back of his neck. His mouth was open as he ran, which Cowlquape knew because of the faint breaths he heard as the man passed by him. They weren't only the gasps of a man who had been running - though he likely was tired - but deep and controlled gasps of someone who might have been late for something, or was fearing being too late. His footsteps were directed and pointed unlike someone who was running wildly, and he dodged around people as he needed but did not change his course. His stride was also very wide, indicating he needed to be somewhere quickly. But what tipped Cowlquape off was the accessory he carried wound over his shoulder; a thick cord of rope with a curious float attached to one end. The float was a long bar with the rope secured in a gap in the center, and what seemed to be a wooden pole running along its center length. Cowlquape kept his eyes on the man as he made his way, carefully staying near the edge of the boardwalk the whole time.
"Curious," Cowlquape muttered. He deduced, from what he'd just seen, that a friend or acquaintance of this man had just fallen into the water off of the boardwalk. Or maybe had capsized his Ravosala, which would have been even more humorous. The man was now likely hurrying to his location so that he could toss that improvised life-preserver out to the poor klutz and pull him back to the boardwalk.
Cowlquape decided to keep on the same course as he was going, and would likely see the man and what he was doing if they were on this same boardwalk. From his running trajectory, they probably were.
In the meantime, Cowlquape enjoyed the breeze blowing in from the North, and the towering buildings around him. Ahhh, the Central district... such beautiful architecture, he thought to himself.