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Zeal entered Japan a few days ago, realising its similarities with the world he had known, in particularly Yuki No Okoku and parts of Carmillion. He visited some of the shrines and was overwhelmed by the culture, in fact, he enjoyed it. Zeal wasn't accustom to pleasure, not in any sense, but something about the shrines of Japan seemed to settle him. Perhaps it was the calm atmosphere, or the quite people passing through to pay their respects, or the incense that burned in the corner, near the windows. There seemed to be energies surrounding many of the shrines too, similar to the energies that he used to feel in the catacombs of his old home. Thoughts of the Order of Adrestia would somethings come into his mind, but more often than not he found himself thinking of the future of this new world they were being forced to live in, and how he could help to restore the balance.

Eventually he caught wind of a woman that would sometimes set up shop, not always here, not always there. But she would come by and sell her items of silk, and not always just ordinary silk. Zeal's interest was immediately taken as he thought back to his first silk gloves, when he was just a young Dark Elf. There in the catacombs of his city he would use them to scour the endless tombs and articles, reading of ages past, reading mortuaries and autopsies. He would study the performance of magic after death, he would shake his head again and again after closing delicate pages and placing them back, knowing all too well that what he read was undoubtedly rabble. Silk - it was precious to his people, it was just right for use with delicate parchments and fragments of history. Perhaps this person was from the old world, even if not, he hoped to inspect the sellers wears. He just hoped that she would be... "here...." he muttered to himself, watching as the view through the windows of the train began to slow down. An announcement over the speakers announced the location, and the breaks began to kick in.

Zeal has his scythe collapsed on his back, making it less shocking to anyone that passed him had they seen it. He used his cape as a cover for it, but instead of draping it over he wrapped it around the blade and shortened pole, holding it in place. Zeal also learned that capes were pretty uncommon around here, and if anything they stood out like a sore thumb. Much of the feathers around his neck were also flattened some more, with the weather becoming warmer recently he didn't see much point in them being so ruffled. Coming to a stop, he looked up. Near the doors was another man, quite an ordinary human, perhaps on his way to work with his briefcase and tie, that's what the working type usually looked like Zeal learned. The man looked at him and then quickly looked away as Zeal caught him, turning and stepping off the train as soon as he could. Zeal let out the smallest exhale through his nose. People looked at him here as they did anywhere, even back home. It was unusual to see someone with white hair, with youthful skin, and with pink eyes.

Once he was off the train, Zeal found himself within a large commercial area and, at first, felt lost. After wandering for a while however, he thought himself lucky. Along a series of stands he happened to walk past one selling all kinds of silks, he recognised the material pretty quickly, and shortly afterwards noticed the seller and her pale complexion. Casually he walked up to the stall, where the seller was already speaking with two others, a girl with a tail and ears, and another who appeared more human. Zeal had only come up to the stall, just behind the girls, when mention of being human came about. He barely caught the conversation and was already inspecting the wears purely on observation. He then heard something about the seller appearing different, perhaps the buyer was a regular and knew what the seller looked like usually. But Zeal was suddenly shaken from his inspections of the visually appealing textiles when one of the girls exclaimed there were falcons above them. Without hesitation he turned his gaze upwards, carefully inspecting the sky to no avail. Perhaps I am blind... he thought to himself, thinking then about the conversation he just overheard. Zeal looked back down at the stall, finally stepping forward to actually stand beside the others. He caressed the silk of a product before him with his gloved hand and then looked up towards the lady. She had ruby red eyes, almost like blood had spilled in them. "I'm not human, either" Zeal said quietly, yet loud enough for the two beside him to hear as well. He then turned his face towards them, "and yet, perhaps I'd pass more as a human than dark elf." Zeal then turned to look at the lady selling silk again, "my Order used to buy silk like this, before The Moment. Where do you get it from?"

He had his assumptions, but he wasn't one to pry... too much.

((Sorry i realise after finishing this her eyes may be paler? xD I hope you guys don't mind me bringing Zeal over.))