[Cyy'cil Spellcore]

Srennia, Brightening 11 of Optia, Summer of Era II in the age of Brightening

Digging around cluttered pockets, Cyy'cil Spellcore searched for his Imperial visa. Finally manage to get a handle on it, the young man made it ready to present to the city guard. Gathering his footing on the docks of Abestat he walked towards the streets. Stopping for a moment to rid himself of the sea's motion that still rattled through him. Handing the visa over, he spoke, "Serale, I've ventured to your town of Abestat looking for work." he smiled heartily at the female.

"Everything seems to be in order, you may continue about your way."

Collecting his visa Cyy'cil started upon his way through the rustic streets of Abestat. Wandering off into the night, clueless at to his direction. Things seemed promising in Abestat. Just how promising they would be, only fate could tell.