Legs swing back and forth from where the male sat on a slab of rock, a childish tune being whistled from the raven, swaying a bit where he sat under the hot sun overhead. There wasn’t a tree in sight– Nowhere for probably miles, though of course there was a certain city in the distance he had just came from. Reckless as it was for someone like him in nothing but a green scarf, tanktop, jeans and combat boots…

Well, he was used to the weather here by now!

Ah, but that guy over there didn’t seem like it… Those sort of clothes weren’t very fitting for the weather here in Issium. While it probably would have been better back in Ignobilis… Those colors were so bright! He would’ve gotten in trouble~

“You look a little lost there, pumpkin man!” Rail called out, waving an arm cheerfully over his head. “Ya lost!?”