[Dohalim has found himself becoming used to the idea of venturing to other worlds rather quickly out of necessity. Each key their party happened upon seemed to lead to yet another, though what they were able to explore of each seemed to be rather limited.
This one, however, was different. It was not a cave or a forest he found himself in this time, but open fields and cliffs looking over a prosperous harbor town. There were people here— many of them, which was also a distinct difference from his previous trips through the gate. The most noticeable difference of all, of course, was that his companions where nowhere to be found.
Troublesome, that.
He ventures into Liyue Harbor on his own, managing to pick up its name in passing from the chatter of the crowds around him, and he cannot recall ever seeing a city so lively. It reminded him fondly of Viscint, in its way, for it had far too much natural life about it to be compared to Lenegis, and the thought alone makes him homesick for a place he's not entirely sure he truly can call his home.
His wandering is cautious. He asks questions, here and there, about where he's found himself, piecing things together as he goes with an almost startling level of calm for someone in his situation. Eventually, he finds himself at the counter of a small restaurant that smells simply too divine to walk past, and it's only when he's asked to pay for his order that he reaches for his purse and pales, slightly.]
Ah, my apologies. Do you accept gald?
[The man behind the counter gives a heavy sigh, calling back over his shoulder to someone. "We got another one! I swear, who doesn't carry Mora in Liyue?"
WINGIN' IT we in Teyvat
This one, however, was different. It was not a cave or a forest he found himself in this time, but open fields and cliffs looking over a prosperous harbor town. There were people here— many of them, which was also a distinct difference from his previous trips through the gate. The most noticeable difference of all, of course, was that his companions where nowhere to be found.
Troublesome, that.
He ventures into Liyue Harbor on his own, managing to pick up its name in passing from the chatter of the crowds around him, and he cannot recall ever seeing a city so lively. It reminded him fondly of Viscint, in its way, for it had far too much natural life about it to be compared to Lenegis, and the thought alone makes him homesick for a place he's not entirely sure he truly can call his home.
His wandering is cautious. He asks questions, here and there, about where he's found himself, piecing things together as he goes with an almost startling level of calm for someone in his situation. Eventually, he finds himself at the counter of a small restaurant that smells simply too divine to walk past, and it's only when he's asked to pay for his order that he reaches for his purse and pales, slightly.]
Ah, my apologies. Do you accept gald?
[The man behind the counter gives a heavy sigh, calling back over his shoulder to someone. "We got another one! I swear, who doesn't carry Mora in Liyue?"
Who, indeed.]