Connlaoth was an intriguing place, to say the least. Zjhe really, really wanted to get out of the carriage he was riding in and explore. But his driver told him "absolutely not", so he was doomed to observe this fascinating country from inside the carriage.
He leaned back in his plush seat and reread the letter that had summoned him here in the first place.
Finian Alstead was his new employer's name. This Connlaoth seemed like a pretty safe place. From what he could see, anyways. And the architecture here was much different than the country he was from. He did notice that nobody here had horns. Fascinating.
Eventually, the carriage turned into a beautiful courtyard, and stopped, the driver getting down and hurriedly opening the door for Zjhe.
Even as Zjhe got out of the carriage, he was already looking for potential threats, his steel blue eyes scanning the courtyard. Zjhe stood out like a sore thumb here, wearing a vest, no shirt, fur lined pants, and boots. His blue and silver streaked heart could be seen, the vest not covering all of it. There were some people walking towards him, and he bowed his head slightly, assuming Alstead was among them.