As he wandered through the city, Armostos soon found himself to be lost. He'd walked through dungeons with ease, but somehow he always got lost in cities, such was the curse of a traveler, after all. Regardless, it was a beautiful town with lots of pretty little stalls and beautiful...women--such was a traveler's blessing, of course. He'd mainly gotten lost because he stopped at almost every corner to flirt with a female shopkeeper, but now, he should really head to the tournament, now. Luckily, he soon saw a young Zora woman just across the street. Thanking the gods for the encounter with yet another pretty lady, Armostos swiftly hobbled over.
"Hey there, little miss! Little miss Zora! Could you perhaps help me? I may or may not be a little lost...Okay, I'm totally lost here. Could you perhaps point me the way to the tournament's grounds?
He asked his question loudly, and with a silly smile. The matter of him being loud aside, the way his helmet leaned on the back of his head, instead of covering it only added to the silliness. Regardless, Armostos walked around with a certain confidence.