Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak was deep in his own thoughts for a while, but when he heard Meirin's voice, his expression lit up. He smiled, shifted over to one side of the bench he was on, and moved his tail out of the way. This mission would be the first time in quite a while that he left the college, and despite the danger the would be facing, he couldn't help but to look forward to it, especially since Meirin would be joining as well. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was intentional that they were assigned to the same mission. 

"Greetings, Meirin. Here, have a seat." He offered as she approached. "I believe this will be the first time that we have traveled outside the college together, will it not? The city we are traveling to, Hysteria, I believe the name is, I cannot say I know much about it. Indeed, I cannot confess to having much...practical knowledge of many places outside the Scorched Lands. Do you happen to know anything about it, or Djarkel in general?" He asked. In the few years he spent as a mercenary after leaving his homeland, he spent some time in cities, but even so, he always found a way to isolate himself. He did not understand their culture, so he just avoided any contact with others outside of his work. It prevented him from making social mistakes, but it also prevented him from learning from them. He reasoned that their customs would be similar to the college, as he was accustomed to, but he was well-aware that regional customs could vary. This was, of course, assuming the caravan made it to the city safely, as a demon attack could certainly interrupt their travel plans.