Imythess...it had been years since Lance had set foot in this land, and it felt strange to be back. So many memories ran through his head of his many experiences in this land, though it was very likely that he wouldn't again see any of those he knew back then since the time that he'd left Imythess. Not only that, but even if he did, they probably wouldn't recognize him anyway.

Unlike his former darker appearance, he now had snow-white hair, held up at somewhat unruly angles by a dark blue headband which, along with some hair, covered where his right eye would be. His left was a blood red, and adding to this unusual, inhuman part of his appearance were a pair of jet black, dragon-like wings jutting from the backs of his shoulders, folded up against his back. A similar tail protruded from his tailbone area.

At the moment he was wearing a white T-shirt, open in the front, and white pants, both lined with a light blue and with a high collar on the shirt. He wore black strapped boots and gloves, the former of which went over his pants a bit above his ankles and the latter of which extended from halfway down his forearms to the point where it was cut off a short ways down each finger but the thumbs.

Looking around a bit as he stepped off the boat he'd taken to Taras City, he wandered off toward it, planning to relax a bit in the bar before actually looking for anyone he might know.

Shain wandered the streats with a head still hurting from a huge amount of consumed alcohol. Whyverin padded along beside him quietly, shooting him disaprooving looks every couple of steps. He had gotten himself drunk earlier in the day, then rented a room to sleep off the drink. He had ended up waking around three hours after sunrise to be thrown out by the barkeep for taking too long to leave. He had rented it only for two hours he was told, not half the day. Since then, he had been tottering around Taras.. He had seen no one so far that had cuaght his interest to talk to, and didn't feel like spending the rest of the day in an inn. So he simply wandered, wondering what to do.


Shain sniff more amoment, then looked up. He smelt the salty aroma of sea water, indicating he had wondered inot the docks. Weary eyes scanned the scene, finding nothing special at all. Ships unlaoding, people coming back from long voyages. Nothing too special. Shain edged over to the wall of a sea side building and watched people pass by. If he had been here a month earlier, he would have been a great deal more presentable, and certain people were to be sure to notice him. He used ta have that air around him, but since Shorin decided to split, he might as well have been a beggar. As a matter of fact, people began to tass coppers at his feet as he stood alone. He glared at them from beneath his cowl.

(sorry for the delay...)

Walking away from the docks to the main part of the city, though not entirely sure why he'd bothered taking a ship here to begin with; the first time he'd simply flown; Lance looked over to a man nearby that people were apparently dropping silvers for, as to a beggar on the street. He looked...faintly like one, perhaps, though he couldn't have cared less either way.

"So, you actually need money or are these people just tossing it to you because of how you look?" Lance asked out of pure curiosity in a calm, human-sounding voice, walking over to the man.