Yusho
When was the last time he'd been this lost? Not on the Island, and not in the wild most of the places he'd been, if he'd been unlucky or even if he couldn't find rabbits or deer, he never had issues taking down a wolf or a bear with martials arts. But no amount of martial arts could banish the unease that the towers of iron and smooth cement littering these streets held over him.
He curled his toes within his toes, causing his sandals to scrape slightly on this gravel side path. Yusho had felt similarly among the ruined glass spires of Chiaoroscuro, but those were empty... except for ghosts that he could put in line with a kick to the head.
What manner of altercation was this, anyways?! The Terrestrial Exalted who had once been a monk found his concentration failing him in the face of the diversely and exotically dressed crowds, filling this place he had no recollection of arriving at. Greetings and questions weren't difficult, but nevertheless he drifted from the swathes of passerbys, and before he realized it, his feet were taking him through a gloomy, but well-grown orchard.
He did do better with nature. Why, he had it to beat it with his fists much less often to get answers out of it, and only the Dragons knew how much he needed some.
It was inevitable, however, that his eyes were instead drawn to the building that rose above the winding walls of the orchard. A grand edification, of inspiring height even when compared to many of these absurd, out of place pillars he'd seen, touching the sky with pointed towers. It shook his memory back to the tall monastic edifices of arched glass windows and spired roofs from the theocratic wastes of the Hundred Kingdoms, and the faiths that dwelled within.
The castle looked important and non-ruined enough to house a person or institution of note that he could actually speak with. There was no particular impression of holiness to it, but that just made it less likely he would be forced into an "honor" duel over the topic of blasphemy. Kind of a shame, if he was honest.
Yusho clutched a frayed cloak around his shoulders and kept walking, now with a destination in mind, ignoring the screeches of the bats that proweled the place.