NeramoDJI
Deodorant Devourer
Ryle was wandering around the courtyard, glancing around for any interesting clubs or people to talk to. He was apprehensive about the magic based clubs, seeing as he only knew one type of very specific magic, but figured he'd see if any caught his eye regardless. He was looking around, one hand in his pocket and the other at his side. He had a small satchel around his body, as well as a backpack. He eventually found a booth for the philosophy club, walking up towards it and looking for whoever was manning the booth, trying to get their attention. "Ah, excuse me, you guys still taking sign ons?" He asked, looking towards the person running the booth, putting his hand in his satchel out of habit.
He was internally annoyed with how many elves and others were around, but knew he had to work through those feelings, that was the whole point of this place after all. Looking around while he waited for the booth attendants response, he glanced around curiously in search of anyone who might catch his eye. While he stood there, he idly held a golden crystal in his hand, gently running his fingers along it. "And if you are, what time are the meetings?" He figured he'd ask, running the hand that was once in his pocket through his hair.
He didn't really know what he'd do after getting his clubs sorted out, since he knew no one here, and from what he could see, there were a large majority who weren't human, leaving him in a minority of sorts. As he came to this realization, he clutched the golden crystal a little tighter.
He was internally annoyed with how many elves and others were around, but knew he had to work through those feelings, that was the whole point of this place after all. Looking around while he waited for the booth attendants response, he glanced around curiously in search of anyone who might catch his eye. While he stood there, he idly held a golden crystal in his hand, gently running his fingers along it. "And if you are, what time are the meetings?" He figured he'd ask, running the hand that was once in his pocket through his hair.
He didn't really know what he'd do after getting his clubs sorted out, since he knew no one here, and from what he could see, there were a large majority who weren't human, leaving him in a minority of sorts. As he came to this realization, he clutched the golden crystal a little tighter.