This was just a...little detour.
He didn't really want to go through here, but he had to at least try and integrate himself into this world. He needed to start learning more about the world he had landed himself on. Their culture was primitive and strange to him, but he was a sleeper agent, his main job was simply to blend into the world and wait for his orders. In this particular case he wouldn't ever be receiving orders but in the very least he would still have to blend in. If he didn't blend in, he would probably never survive.
The man was dressed in strange armour, it was very smooth, it was almost like a fluid in a way, a dull grey fluid. It wasn't meant to take hits from most of the technology these people had, like bladed weapons or physical projectiles. It could handle their magical capabilities however, at least that was the hope. He had yet to actually get into a fight so he didn't know just how it would react. If he were really lucky, he'd never have to get into any confrontational scuffle which would put his weapons and armour to a true test.
It was mid-afternoon when he finally strolled into the town. Some people looked at him curiously, while others ignored him. They couldn't tell the entire suit was technological, that it had things inside of it that they would never have imagined. It just looked like a strange suit of armour, something not usually seen, but still accepted. Though, he already knew that people would find it odd that his armour had no eye slots, so he made sure to lift the visor so it showed black glass where the eyes were. It was more of a sort of...special window in a way. It was hard for him to describe but in the very least he knew what they were.
Everyone would just think it was dark inside his helmet, which it was. The two pieces of black glass could always be turned into normal glass, which he'd use if needed.
He didn't exactly know what would be of interest to him in this town, or what he should really do here. His technology kept telling him to head to the southeast, but he had quite a few years after all, and he had a distinct feeling that nothing bad would really happen if he lagged behind a little. He would have to learn, and his trip was going to take a while.
There was no harm.
That's all he told himself.
No harm.
Tzak sighed as he decided to take a seat on the side of the street on a sidewalk ledge. He popped off his helmet and carefully sat it down beside him on the sidewalk. He then removed a small container from the side of his leg. Unscrewing the top he brought it to his pale grey lips and took a drink. Everything about him was grey, his hair, short and regulated was grey, his skin was grey, and even his eyes looked more like smoothed rocks in his sockets. He was all grey, it was almost bizarre to look at him.
The water was cool and he took deep sips of it before returning the cap to the container and putting it back into the side of his armour. Well, now what to do? You couldn't exactly ASK someone for information, not without seeming like an inept fool.
This would be tricky.
