New Arrival

The ground here is hard, unforgiving stone, dotted with buildings so tall that they obscure the sky. The streets are a maze filled with noise and impossibly fast vehicles.

He sticks to the shadows, unwilling to draw too many eyes as he wanders. For the most part, the people on the side of the road pass him without any more than a glance, but he still can feel their eyes skating over the scars on his face. Can all but smell the apprehension, the disgust. After months of being treated with relative acceptance by the Nysgods and those the Grasp had chosen, the all-too-familiar look in these strangers' eyes irritates an old, anxious itch that makes him want to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide — or to lash out, to step into the light and challenge them to keep staring.

Before too long, the looming buildings and the fearful glances start to feel like a cage. But the nearest building has enough ledges and adornments to be an easy climb. Perhaps some greater perspective can be gained from higher ground.

The Creature leaps up easily to grasp the first window ledge, and starts to ascend.