[center][b][h3][color=ED2939]Saur[/color][/h3][/b][/center]

There was a low Draconic swear from the shadows of the marketplace. A lone figure sat by himself atop a roof, backpack out in front of him as he examined his tools once again and polished the wood of his hand-crafted bow. As he worked, he thought his situation through once more. He was good at navigating the land, figuring out ideal paths and how to get from one point to another quickly. And yet this more urban jungle was a complete mystery to him. He had assumed that he would be able to find his way back to the school he'd been assigned to easily enough, but the city streets of Nantambu, while not filled with life so early in the morning, still seemed almost like a maze; and he could have sworn that one turn he took led him to a completely different place last time he'd taken it!

The diminutive Kobold let out a disgruntled sigh, casting a skyward glance to check on the stars and the potential state of the rising sun. He was definitely running late. He wasn't going to make a positive first impression like this, to say the least. He was going to have to think of a good way to word his reasons for missing the first part of whatever instruction they were given. Once he'd found his way back to the school, he should have an easy enough time tracking down the others and this teacher they were supposed to meet with. 

The problem being, of course, he had to figure out how to get back to the school first.

And that was why he found himself here near the market, where no doubt many craftsmen were soon going to begin attracting business. As a crafter himself, he would have an excuse to browse and examine the wares while simultaneously feeling more comfortable in asking for direction from those like himself.

However, just as he was finishing and putting his tools back in the bag where they belonged, he heard a commotion. There was the expected sounds of craftsmen beginning to set up in the street below, but...there was more to it. His eyes narrowed, slipping his bow around his shoulders and allowing it to hang there as he focused in on the scene below. And that was when he saw them.

A plant-like individual alongside a dwarf and...what seemed to be some kind of strange mixture of bird and dragon, as far as he could tell. That one, he admittedly didn't recognize. But he certainly recognized the description of the two rushing headlong into the morning traffic. He made one more quick scan of the crowd, but did not see the other two he would have expected to be accompanying them. What in the world was going on? Were they chasing someone? With the erratic, franticness of their movement, it was the best assumption he could make. Yet they didn't seem to be chasing anybody down this street in particular....

[hider=OOC]Saur rolls Acrobatics to get into the "chase" and gets a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27351]22[/url][/hider]

Well, regardless of the reason, they were clearly in a hurry. And if he didn't act quickly, he was to lose his opportunity to join up with them. With no idea what they were in the middle of, it was likely in his best efforts to join them in their endeavors while he had the chance. And thus, he quickly pulled his backpack back over his shoulders, making sure his gear was tucked away correctly, before tugging his bow to secure it around his torso...and then grabbed the edge of the roof and swung himself down and around, deftly twisting himself to slip right between a panel that had been set up a few moments ago and the craftswoman who had set it up.

[color=ED2939]"Apologies!"[/color] Saur called back to the likely-startled woman as he used his momentum to lunge into the crowd, attempting to weave seamlessly through the crowd...and even hoping to perhaps assist any of the other two companions he had managed to identify should they require it, whether that involved pulling them past an obstacle or using his tail or lithe form to force an obstacle to shift out of their path if they ran the risk of being slowed.

Hopefully, such actions would show them that he was there [i]with[/i] them in case they failed to recognize him like he had them.