The Wandering Steps Come Home [Open!]

The rain fell in sheets on this particular day, practically obscuring vision in the storm. As a result, if anyone was on the road, they'd be hurrying quickly for the shelter of their homes. Anyone who was strolling in such weather was most likely a fool... or Nakagojiri Iori. Wearing a wide-brimmed rain hat, along with his usual outfit and a small waterproof sack which carried his few possessions, and with his trusty sword sheathed in his belt, the young swordsman walked as if the street was his own, and the sun was shining brightly. Hargeon Town was alright, in his opinion; not too much noise, it wasn't too dry (weather-wise), and the seaside scenery was amazing. Iori only hoped that the living quarters he would acquire would possess such a view. In time, the imposing building of the Lamia Scale guild hall came into view, drawing closer with every step he took. He had once come to Hargeon Town seeking admission into Lamia Scale, and he had been accepted. Now he was back again, after saying a temporary bye to the wide world and his wanderlust. Here would be home from now on.

Knocking twice on the great doors whic now stood before him, and only out of courtesy's sake, Iori without further ado pushed the doors open and walked into the warmth of the building's interiors. Pulling off his hat, he leaned it against the wall and looked around quietly. Seemed like a decent enough place. Iori was sure he would like it here.