There was no doubt in the Shadow’s mind, he was lost. He had left the House of Summer with a clear destination in mind, a dining hall of the Chositha that he had seen the night before, on his way to the House. It had seemed a simple enough route, two lefts, a right , then angle down a three way intersection to the right, but those steps had taken him to a street that he had never seen before.
Having no knowledge of where he was, nor where his destination was, the Shadow made the logical choice, he would ask for help. But he would not throw himself on the mercy of just any Celesti, no, he wanted help from his clan or not at all. Logic is all well and good, but pride, that is something that will make you work extra hard at simple things.
So, the Shadow leaned his back against the nearest wall and watched the people walking by. Trasbello was a smith, one of the Vernita sept. So he was looking for any man that looked as though he was a smith too. This would be a member of his new clan, and could tell him where a dinning hall for the Chositha was, and direct him to Trasbello’s shop in the Street of the Hammered Metal.
He waited and watched as several likely men go by, but one looked so much like a smith that he made is move. The man coming down the street was nearly as broad as he was tall. His thick neck seemed to blend directly into his massive shoulders. His torso moved in that way that suggests that all of the flesh under his clothes was solid muscle, and that they pulled against each other, each one trying to dominate the others. On his head sat a mane of hair, brown warring with sun streaks of nearly blond amongst the wavy curls. His face was half covered with a closely clipped beard, that served to emphasize the strong plains of his cheeks, falling to the hard line of his jaw. This was the kind of man the Shadow had been waiting for.
Stepping away from his wall, the Shadow came and stood directly in front of this impressively muscled man. “Hail, and good morning. I do not mean to interrupt you, but you are a Vernita, are you not?”
The man studied the Shadow quietly for a moment and then said in a surprisingly high pitched voice, “Now, what, exactly, would make you think that I am a Vernita?”