Continuing his investigation of this new and distinct world, his research had brought him to Myras. A city that certainly had not existed in his prior world now stood in the southern base of the continent. It had been built practically from the mountain range, a testament to either how advanced civilization was in this world or how stubborn. He had asked about it as he entered, and luckily enough it seemed as though he was not the only one uninformed of this city. Many citizens of Fiore, they said, had never even been there.

It was a city that was operated by an unholy alliance of merchants and Lords. One thing that likely didn't change regardless of the world one lived in was the greed of those individuals. They took pride in their hoards of money and power, but they all played for scraps for the real movers and shakers of society. Still, for the plans that Tenshi had, one would expect him to force meetings with those who led this city. His goals would require finances, items that he did not have, and power he had not yet attained. Yet, rather than go to the castle or the upper districts, he had traveled here.

The lower district was home to the poorest of Myras, and like one would expect, it made up the vast bulk of the populous. In his past life, it was people like this that actually saw him as a sort of antihero. He brought war to their country, but he fought against powers that they themselves felt crushed by. He had become a sort of necessary evil to them, and they had formed a foundation that made him almost untouchable. Even the guild alliances that formed to stop him had found themselves viewed as the aggressors, attempting to stop a man who was bringing change and hope for a fair future.

Yet even now he had not come to gather people to his cause. For that he was still much too new to this world. He needed knowledge before anything else, and for that he didn't need hoards of people coming to his cause. He needed to find a single person, or even an organization, to align himself with. Not an alliance, necessarily. Just a mutually beneficial arrangement.

As he made his way through the lower district, he found an almost a certain charm by how little those who inhabited this location cared. None of them saw Tenshi as, well, anyone of significance. They couldn't sense any of his manga, or recognize the rarity or power of his equipment. They simply pushed through the crowd, same as always, trying to get to their destination. The only thing that they would notice, and only after the fact, was that if they tried to shoulder past him it would be like trying to push through a wall.

Despite the inability of the average person to distinguish Tenshi, he was not bound by such shortcomings. One of the dangers of coming to a place filled with the poor and desperate was that those who were distinguished separated themselves from the crowd.

Even if they were literally separated from the crowd.

Tenshi's eyes, darting through the streets, came to rest on someone who stood in a way that felt neither separated nor a part of the city. To the side of an alley, alone but in a gown and adorned with gear far too nice to be a part of the Lower District, a woman stared into the crowd the way one might watch nature. A sense of intrigue and disconnect laced her face, he thought, and he realized she was the one he should be speaking with.

Pushing his way now through the people, he made himself out of the crowd just before where she stood. The man, who already stood out when surrounded by others, would grab ones attention even easier now.

He looked different from his surroundings in every way. Poking out from behind him was the hilt of his sword, made of a material that appeared to be gold. Hugging his torso was a set of armor that looked quite well made, and one of his hands was crested with a ring. His skin was dark, many shades tanner than anyone else in this city; even the ones who obviously worked in the sun. His face, specifically his forehead and neck, were tattooed in a way that likely drew attention. Below his left eye was a beauty mark, and his actual hues were a gold that matched his weapon. He approached the woman from an angle, ensuring she could see his approach if she paid him any mind, and stopped around a meter away.

"Hello there," he began with a smile, one that felt more polite than kind. "Could I take a moment of your time?"

Now that he was allowed a better chance to look at this woman, he could better appreciate how little she suited the lower district of Myras. This went beyond her staff, her jewelry, and the garbs that appeared of far better quality than even the most expensive clothing he had come across. The way she carried herself was that of a leader, or at the very least someone who viewed themselves as above others. The gaze she gave him when he approached was one of appraisal, and her words were spoken as one who understood their authority.

"More than you can imagine, I assure you.

His own words came across with a similar sense of power behind them, a light bow given to her that represented respect without submission. He aimed to lock eyes with her, although he ensured that his face was properly tilted down as to eliminate the illusion of him being able to look down upon her. As his gaze settled upon her sapphire orbs, he offered a polite smile.

"My name is Tenshi, and I am new to Fiore. As you can imagine that means I am terribly misinformed as to the current state of the country. I can't very well begin planning my next steps if I don't understand my footing, and I hoped you would be willing to talk with me for a short while so that I can better understand the world around me." He wished to get to the point quickly, as the last thing one wanted to do when meeting a standoffish stranger was to monologue.

As he talked to her, he began to wonder who this woman was. Those he had interacted with up to this point had behaved subserviently to him. They were quick to bow their heads, fearing conflict in one way or another, and would answer his every question without issue. This woman was different. She had immediately met him head on, a confidence that told him she was not one to trifle with lightly. He lacked knowledge of who she was, and he had no ability to sense mana or understand the depth of her power. However, he would be a fool to simply assume her confidence was baseless. And so, as they would continue, he would make sure to give her the respect that he himself would expect; at least for now.