Arocraes was browsing a fruit stall, trying his best to avoid drawing attention to himself. He picked up a bruised peach before resting it back in its place and lightly sighing. Of all the mundane daily tasks he was obligated to complete, grocery shopping was the one he loathed the most. He closed his eyes and cocked his head back allowing his forehead to become the perfect resting place for the sun's rays. He unwillingly listened to the banter going back and forth amongst the crowds around him while he wished for more excitement, more of a reason to live.
The banter turned into quiet murmurs, and the once vibrant chatter turned into an atmosphere full of awe and fear. Arocraes opened his eyes and moved his head until he could find the source of the commotion. His eyes widened at the sight of this behemoth of a person he was not even sure was a mortal. The craftmanship of the beast's armor was magnificent, Arocraes thought, and his gait, filled with power and confidence, only revealed a small fraction of the immense power he must hold. Arocraes was deeply intrigued, and decided to follow this person. He weaved in and out of the crowd, maintaining a 3 meter distance at all times and try to hide the sound of his footsteps as best as he could.