Urik was quite sure that his arrival in this strange and wondrous place could never be described as anything more than excruciating. From the moment his eyes opened and his mind began to grasp at the thin, elusive tendrils of consciousness he was aware of an intense burning sensation that covered his body. Whatever form of magic or sorcery had brought him to this place had done nothing to consider his well-being and the transfer, from the feel of things, had been a rough one at best. Rising to his feet, the mage did his best to dust off the disheveled but still expensive looking robes that covered his form. Pausing to give himself a one-over, Urik could be sure that everything was still intact and operational, pain still withstanding. 

It was at this point at the wayward traveler turned his attention to his surroundings. The various shops and personages that lit up the streets of Traverse Town were a sight to behold indeed. Their garb and manners of speech were somewhat alien to him, especially the little winged creatures which flittered about, always busy with some or another task. Urik was no stranger to alien creatures, but their smallish forms and strange verbal quirks were enough to arouse the slightest bit of curiosity from him. Unfortunately he was not given much time to dwell on the issue, to further dissect it. From the far end of town the chime of a bell-tower wrung out into the expanse of the never-ending night, alerting the traveler, calling to him. There was something explainable about the attraction, something about the sound which called too him, compelled him to seek out its origin. 

The walk to the second district could be described as expected: slow. Not because the distance was necessarily long, but mostly because the so-called master of magic had never been one much for physical activity. Years spent inside sculpting the power of his brain had naturally left him deficient in a couple of other areas, although that wasn't to say he was grossly out of shape, at least that was what the mage told himself. The bell rang out twice more before his journey finally ended, Urik never happier to have reached his destination. So this was what it was like before the age of horses and carts? What a terrible world to have lived in. Pushing open the large double-oak doors, the black-haired teen revealed the expanse of the town's second section before himself. The most striking feature of his destination in question; the rise of the bell tower could be seen all the way from the first district but now, with it's form directly in front of him, its largeness became even more apparent. Within the vicinity of the tower a group of people had gathered, probably others like him heading the call of the bell, and so, with his natural curiosity Urik lingered on over, intent on joining their discussion and gaining what information he could.