To say the least, Cole wasn't much of an experienced traveler. For the eighteen years he'd spent in the Underdark, he had been quite content to fly around in the darkness, considering his eyes were accustomed to the low lighting. There were but a few times he could recall leaving the Underdark with his blind mother, though he couldn't tell the names of the places they visited. However, he fondly remembered the locations being thick with grass and trees. He remembered everything being so [i]colorful[/i] compared to his birthplace, and the [i]trees[/i]. He [i]adored[/i] trees. This was one of the reasons he'd chosen to reside in Green Fall - it was abundant in surrounding trees and forest, particularly the Chartric Forest.

However, Azure Strand was not a place that he could remember visiting before recently. He knew that the city was revolved around fishing, and that it had a reputation of being infested with criminals. It didn't intimidate him or upset his psyche - he was quite confident that he could take care of himself. Strapped to either side were his daggers, and he was satisfied with his ability to use them, however dull or measly they were. He reminded himself that he was here on strict business...but he'd forgotten who he was supposed to be meeting. It had been such a long journey here. [i]Grach[/i], was it? He remembered a [i]grrr[/i] sound in the name. Nonetheless, he guessed it shouldn't have been too hard to find an orc with a [i]grrr[/i] name, as long as he asked around and hoped people didn't assume he'd gone mad.

Azure Strand, although being a foreign place, did not fail to give off an unusual, tense vibe. As if the city was more on edge than it normally was - not that Cole would have known. It was just a feeling that he had. Still, he shrugged it off. The well-being of the residents of this city wasn't his concern. His concern was to speak to the [i]grrr[/i] orc about a "revolutionary fletching gadget" for the Woodwork Market in Green Fall, his boss Angela's words.

Then there was a crowd that would have been blocking his path had he known where he was going. For the confused state he was in, it was a miracle. Someone here had to know how to point him in the right direction. The crowd was gathered around a crate, upon which a man stood, announcing the location and time of an upcoming auction. For a moment, Cole was distracted by him. It sounded interesting-

[i]Focus,[/i] he reminded himself. [i]Business.[/i]

As the people parted, so did he, only to nearly run into someone who had run into [i]someone else[/i] and knocked them over. A wing fluttered slightly before folding securely against his back. A race he was not yet comfortably acquainted with, and an [i]orc.[/i]

[color=cyan]"Er,"[/color] his voice was soft and rough. The two before him exchanged apologies and paused, giving him a chance to speak up. [color=cyan]"Gra- uh, Grach? Grak?"[/color]

Suddenly, the name came to him. [color=cyan]"Oh! Are you Graakt?"[/color]