It's Wylan's first time in Libertas, which means he will be exploring everything it has to offer. It's been a weird month, having just arrived, and this is a welcome change to relax a little and start to enjoy this new place he seems to be calling home now. He is drawn immediately to the Artist Alleys. He spends a good amount of time walking the winding streets and admiring the art on the walls of the buildings. Unfortunately, he can't read the poetry, and he feels disappointed in that. Considering how talented the artists are he is sure the poets are equally as talented. He will let out a bit of a frustrated sigh when he comes across yet more words and wouldn't it be nice if there was someone who could read it to him?
He will linger listening to the musicians, wishing not for the first time that he had his flute, he'd forgotten how much he had loved playing and the itch to join in with these musicians was real. Nothing they played was familiar (and why would it be), but he still found himself picking up on the melodies and humming along.
Wylan isn't one for gambling, a product of being raised by Jan Van Eck probably, but he isn't opposed to taverns, especially ones where he can hear music and poetry readings coming from. He will find himself at a table nursing a drink, since he doesn't have all that much money to waste on drinks, and is open to some friendly conversation, and if someone wants to buy him a drink then he wouldn't say no.
The Market Square is probably the second place he will spend most of his time. He needs something to wear for the feast, and he also wonders if he should spend some of the money he was given on some more clothes. He really doesn't have anything to wear except what he's scrapped together from Jesper and Kaz, which wasn't much and he would feel better if he had some clothes of his own. But he's also cautious about spending money as he still doesn't have a lot. Someone might have to convince him to splurge a little. He also lingers around the music stalls, spotting a beautiful flute that he can't help enquiring about, but he doesn't know if he wants to spend the money on it. He could probably use some convincing.
Libertas | OTA
It's Wylan's first time in Libertas, which means he will be exploring everything it has to offer. It's been a weird month, having just arrived, and this is a welcome change to relax a little and start to enjoy this new place he seems to be calling home now. He is drawn immediately to the Artist Alleys. He spends a good amount of time walking the winding streets and admiring the art on the walls of the buildings. Unfortunately, he can't read the poetry, and he feels disappointed in that. Considering how talented the artists are he is sure the poets are equally as talented. He will let out a bit of a frustrated sigh when he comes across yet more words and wouldn't it be nice if there was someone who could read it to him?
He will linger listening to the musicians, wishing not for the first time that he had his flute, he'd forgotten how much he had loved playing and the itch to join in with these musicians was real. Nothing they played was familiar (and why would it be), but he still found himself picking up on the melodies and humming along.
Wylan isn't one for gambling, a product of being raised by Jan Van Eck probably, but he isn't opposed to taverns, especially ones where he can hear music and poetry readings coming from. He will find himself at a table nursing a drink, since he doesn't have all that much money to waste on drinks, and is open to some friendly conversation, and if someone wants to buy him a drink then he wouldn't say no.
The Market Square is probably the second place he will spend most of his time. He needs something to wear for the feast, and he also wonders if he should spend some of the money he was given on some more clothes. He really doesn't have anything to wear except what he's scrapped together from Jesper and Kaz, which wasn't much and he would feel better if he had some clothes of his own. But he's also cautious about spending money as he still doesn't have a lot. Someone might have to convince him to splurge a little. He also lingers around the music stalls, spotting a beautiful flute that he can't help enquiring about, but he doesn't know if he wants to spend the money on it. He could probably use some convincing.