Corentin made his way through the streets of Reajh, his slow pace disguising the old man's nervousness. Connlaoth was a bad place for a man of magic, even one as well protected as he. Were it not for certain items that were near impossible to acquire elsewhere, Corentin would be as far away from this place as possible.
The mage glanced around himself once more, chiding himself for worrying so much. He was in no danger here. He had heard stories, of course, of Connlaoth's secret experimentation- of strange creatures able to sniff out magic, or remain undetected to a magician's hidden senses. Likely they were nothing but rumours. The Connlaothan's total distrust and rejection of magic (an opinion not totally unwarranted- it could be an unpredictable, dangerous force), bred rumours and fear, meaning that most foreigners avoided the country if necessary.
Meaning he'd been unable to find proper directions until he entered the country, and even then they were suspect. He was quite sure that his destination was within Reajh, but nothing more specific than that. He was beginning to grow weary from wandering about the streets like this.
Finally, Corentin came to a decision. He would stop somewhere for a bite to eat (he was famished from his long walk), and then set about looking for a guide. There was a bakery nearby, and it seemed as good a place as any.
As he approached it seemed that he had maybe found his guide as well. There was a child standing outside of the bakery, a street urchin by the looks of him. Perhaps untrustworthy, but in Corentin's expericence urchins tended to know a city's streets better than any of it's other inhabitants, and were cheap besides.
Corentin crouched down next to the youth, examining his face, and giving a little smile, trying to appear friendly.
"Hello there. I'll bet a young lad like you would be willing to help an old man find his way around this city. Especiallly if it were a rich old man, hm?"
He jangled the pouch on his belt to emphasize his point.
