The streets of Arca were beautiful, the architectural brilliance showing with every stone laid into the buildings. It seemed so unfitting to him for him to be walking through the beautiful streets. It felt unfitting for him to even be in the city. He visited his rich father in secret, who gave him a few things he needed once in a while, so they were familiar, but it seemed like he somehow wasn't supposed to be there.
The reason he was here was to deliver some glass he had made to a noble around the finer parts of town. He was holding a box that wasn't particularly large. He was trying to figure out where in the world the person's house must be. It was a very large city, after all.
He spied a girl who was clearly of higher status, judging by her clothes. He walked up to her, bowing his head and saying, "Um, sorry to disturb you, miss, but...do you know where to find this man's house?" He pointed to the name on the box. His manners were quite rusty. He hoped it wouldn't bother her too much.