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With Jalase being banned from helping out with his parents’ stall, he was left to explore the city on his own for the afternoon. Something he had rarely been able to do while being tied down to his job. He supposed, in a way, the thief, who had stolen the money, was a blessing Though he did wish it hadn’t of cost him his money he’d saved up. Sighing, Jal made his way through Pajore, exploring into places he had yet to come across when being sent out for food or some other such thing. Bells sounded in the near distance and Jal blinked as a small chapel of some such came into view.

The sight of the holy building made his brows furrow as thoughts of his sister flooded his mind — as such they always did when he saw anything dealing with the yaeli religion. Crossing his arms, Jal stared at the building and wondered what his sister was doing at that point in time. Would she be out of the sanctum by now? Would she be in a place like this? Could she be in this chapel? The sad truth of it was, Jal wouldn’t even know if it was her that walked out of the church. Sure, families tended to have similar features but each person was distinct — different — and he had absolutely no idea what his sister looked like beyond a slight resemblance she might have to his mother.

Jal sighed, and ran a hand through his hair as he debated heading into the place — something he had not done since he was young and had no real choice in the matter. As far as Jal was concerned, a lot of yaeli religious beliefs and teachings were nothing but old tales told to scare children and young teenagers into listening to their parents. He huffed, closed his eyes for a moment and turned to leave. There was no sense in wasting his time with such nonsense.

Jalase jerked to a stop at the sound of voice, very obviously directed towards him. He blinked and glanced in the direction it had come from. His surprised expression quickly turned sour when the other yaeli asked if Jal was part of the chapel. Huffing, he shook his head briskly. “No. I’m not. And never will be. I haven’t stepped foot in a holy place since I was a child.” He resisted — barely — spitting on the ground at his feet. He really didn’t care for the teachings. He sighed when the the other male apologized and Jal shook his head. “You’re not bothering me. I just don’t have much care for places like this.” He waved his hand in the general direction of the chapel. “So I’m sorry, I can’t help you with whatever it was you were needing.”

Jalase sighed and shook his head. The other yaeli had really had no clue about his feelings towards the religion that permeated through Yael. Jal had had no business being so gruff about it. “No, it’s fine. As you said, I have my own story against the religion so many of my own people follow blindly.” He gave the man a small, apologetic smile in return and crossed his arms as he thought about the question tossed at him.

“I’ve not actually had much time to explore the city myself. It’s what I was doing — exploring, that is — when I found the chapel and got lost in my thoughts” He gave a small shrug and looked back in the direction of the marketplace and his parent’s stall. “I know the market pretty well. My parents have their own stall and sell clothes they make back in Ilidan. And I love to visit the blacksmith.” Jal rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced back to the stranger. “Other than that, I’m as lost as you are in this place. The last time I explored I was a preteen and with my parents. We could explore together, if you wanted?”

Jalase shook his head and grinned. “I don’t mind at all. A little company would be nice. And at least if I get lost in the city, I won’t be alone.” He gave a small laugh and followed the other’s gaze in the two different directions they could travel. “I had no specific goal in mind. Just aimless wandering. So as long as you’re alright with that…” He trailed off, eyes closing as he brought his hand up and spun a couple of times. When he stopped, Jal opened his eyes and laughed. “Right it is, then.” Before they set off on their adventure, he glanced to the other. “The name’s Jalase, by the way. Or Jal for short — whichever you prefer.”

Jalase blinked at the commentary and followed Key’s glance up towards one of the many buildings surrounding them. “I never really thought of that. My home’s back in Illidan. Definitely no buildings like this. We have neighbors but they’re far enough apart that they’d have to make an effort to actually peek into our home.” He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing towards Key for a moment, when he mentioned keldari, and raised an eyebrow. “Keldari, hm?” Jal thought for a moment, what it would be like to live outside of any known village or city. No one to police over what you’re doing, living off the land even more so than they already did. It was fascinating and yet scary at the same time. “What’s it like...exploring wherever you please? I’ve not actually managed to make it outside of Illidan or Pajore much. Mainly just the areas in between the two.”

Jalase frowned as he watched Key’s expression change, quickly, from happy to something he couldn’t quite explain — anger, perhaps? Jal jumped on the chance to change the subject — to bring it to a more neutral place for the time being. “Ilidan is decent. A little boring sometimes but I make due,” Jalase said as he shrugged lightly. “I really do like coming into the city. Even if I haven’t really had much of a chance to explore before now. It’s different — busier. And there’s definitely more people to meet here. I feel as if I know almost everyone back in Ilidan. I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with my life, lately, and I really do think I’ll end up here for at least a while. Might join the guard. Who knows, it might be just the thing I need to do to get myself out there and exploring more.”

Jalase shrugged. “I could live just about anywhere, I think. I’m not very picky. I do want to explore, as I said. But in time I’ll settle down. Who knows where, though. I suppose only time will tell with that.” He gave a small chuckle and grinned when Key asked about his weapon of choice. “A sword,” Jal said. But his grin quickly faded as he huffed and looked away from the other Yaeli. “Though I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get it. I had to pay my parents back for some money that got stolen while I was watching their stall. It was...all I had saved up for my sword. And since they won’t allow me to watch the stall anymore, I’m not earning money at the moment.” Jalase huffed and kicked at a random rock, in the middle of the road, out of frustration.