Haru has been thinking about a single subject ever since he arrived to this place. "Aaah. Why is it so cold?" Seriously. It isn't always like this here, has it? Maybe it just has to do with the winter season. Either way, he was dealing with snow going past his ankles in the city of various ruin and repairs. It's not like he was really complaining about it, though. In the first place, he kept his mode set to Manual on all times just for reasons like this. It's really been forever since he's felt cold like this. It could even be said that Haru was happy to complain about things like this.
Currently he resided on the porch of an inn. He had meant to arrive at the Lion's Pride, but had gotten hopelessly lost along the way, finding a different place to rest his feet on. This place was rather modest, and had a warm atmosphere that could be felt even on the porch outside of it. Oh, well- he was early anyway, so all the better to enjoy this cold with. He'd walked a long way, after all. "Speaking of long distances..." Haru mutters under his breath, reopening the review of the message he'd sent over to a friend of his just over a day ago back in time.
Mail
To Vincent Cain:
Yo! It's me. Do call me Haru when you find me, though. It's a role-playing game, after all. That code you found worked wonders. I do apologize, though: If you're looking for me in the Tutorial Area... I, uh, took a bit of a hike.
You see, I got a little bit hooked on the feeling of being able to walk again when I started this game up. It feels real. Not like the other games. You were totally right about it. Anyway, I heard some things on the rumor mill, one step led to another, aaaand I'm approaching Vintergard in Astorea now, looking for some expedition led by one 'Zeus'. I got really into this walk.
So, see you whenever you catch up!
-Tomomi
To be honest, Haru didn't actually know the man's in-game name. The two of them weren't exactly the closest people. He did, however, know him well enough- if @Vincent Cain 's name wasn't the exact same in-game as out, he'd eat his own shoes. That's a risky bet, considering all of the snow he'd have to be stepping on if he ate it. Heck, and if he was wrong, Haru would just ask him by text the next morning, anyway. No big deal. Regardless, he sits on this porch with a cup of tea and a regal posture, waiting for anyone to come. He has all day, after all, and has come to enjoy conversation in the recent years.