Warslik pulled the hood of the black sweatshirt hoodie up and over his head like a cowl. Allowing the dark fabric to cover his face as best as the oversize outerwear would allow. He had purposely ordered it a size larger, so as to have the extra fabric to act as a buffer between himself and both the artificial and natural light he was none to keen of. He was unsure what had prompted him to take this foray into Crantel - well aside to check Tasea-town and see if he could find any decent occult stores (of which there were many that he would be returning to check later in more detail after a trip to the international exchange bank to exchange some Letters of Marque to afford the expenses those trips would incur.)

He was still getting used to modern clothing, and didn't realize that he probably looked like a thug. Especially now that the hood of his black hoodie jacket was covering the upper 3/4ths of his face. Beneath it he wore a simple red t-shirt. His pants were black jeans and his shoes were a simple pair of lace up black work boots. He did not bring his cauldron with him on this foray - simply because it was too bulky. But his athame was sheathed and tucked in the front pocket of his hoodie - just in case.

But all this walking around had started to make him hungry, he had never really eaten anything but cafeteria food since he'd left the manse - so he felt he might as well attempt to try something close to what was considered normal cuisine for a male his age. Of course he really wasn't sure what that was - so he set about to observing teh others around him to see if he could sort it out.

When he saw a large group of adolescents around his age enter a burger shop, he nodded his head, steeled himself, and crossed the street at a brisk pace. He'd come to learn pretty quickly that nobody here paid attention to the traffic signals and that meant he had to be fast on his feet to avoid being ran over by the strange carriages that were drawn without horses - neat trick that.

Looking up at the sign made him cringe slightly, but he had committed himself to attempting to learn the ways of the world beyond the sheltered gates of his home, so there was little else he could do. Thus did Warslik push open the door and step boldly into Hammish's Burger Barn - home of the Hammish MacDonald Double Decker Deluxe! Guaranteed to put you into cardiac arrest or your money back!

Warslik slipped into the queue, reaching for his wallet as he waited his turn in line. When he finally got to the counter he froze, staring up at all the selections.

What should he get!?

He just stared blankly up at the order menu, jaw slightly slack as his brain was overloaded by the sudden overabundance of stimuli. Of course he was holding up the line now and people were starting to get antsy.

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