Vel strolled through the streets of Uthlyn, taking in the sights. He liked the cobblestones here, they felt better than all the others he had been on. A product of the stone native to the region, no doubt. As he clicked down the streets, he looked at all the various kinds of shops that lined the streets. Cobblers, artists, bakers. If he had a nose, he assumed it would smell great around here.
"Stop!"
He stopped walking. Someone authoritative had just told him to stop, and he stopped. For a few brief moments, he hated himself. He turned around on his heels, facing the two town watchmen that were approaching him. "What the hell are you doing here?" One asked, and Vel went into his routine. He clasped all four of his hands into a bundle in front of him, and he gave a stiff bow. "Errands." He droned out, and the two guards exchanged looks once they noticed he wasn't exactly a person. "What?" the other asked, and Vel repeated himself. "C'mon, Gerry, it's probably another inventor's crazy machine. Let's leave." The first guard suggested, and they both walked away.
Vel waited until they were far enough away, and then he dropped his pose. "Idiots." He remarked, and resumed walking. He started humming a tune to himself, and considered walking into a store. He shrugged, having nothing better to do. He turned towards the first artist's shop he saw, and walked up to the door.
He stood there, idly whirring and clicking, before raising all four of his arms and simultaneously knocking on the door.
