Snippet #2406689

Jericho walked out of an alleyway that had no other outlet, arriving in where he assumed was this Traverse Town he had heard of. Survivors of the heartless gathered here, bits of worlds adding on to allow their survivors some respite in the face of such loss. It could be considered an inspiring tale, really, if such losses did not unbalance the power between the Light and Dark, or have the potential to do so in a clear manner. He walked, his attire standing out rather starkly, which he realized but did not hardly care about, walking the streets, looking for residents to interrogate, to put it bluntly. He had purpose here, especially if his goal was still residing in the town, and spotted two boys on a bench. Lazy, undriven as they looked, they had to have some knowledge of whom he sought.

Approaching the two, he paused several feet in front of them, arms clasped behind his back, and addressed the two, his voice calm, terse, and his statement to the point, not wanting to waste time with the two more than necessary. "Hail, do either of you know whether Merlin resides here still or not? Or at least, if he does not, where his former quarters reside?" His face was unreadable under his hood, the eternal night more than hiding him within the shadows of the hood that was normally cast, and he analyzed the two, waiting for their response. He had work to do, and standing around ill suited accomplishing those goals at this time.