[Julien Cervantes]

After arriving. Cycle 3 of Optia. Summer Era 14 PF.

Julien was in Arios. The quaint little island town was little more than what he expected: a place for odd balls who enjoyed their backward ways. They now needed gold in their coffers, though, so Arios naturally compromised to make a buck off tourism. Jules could only chuckled bitterly at the thought. They expected rich tourists, but instead they got another backward brat from the Dragon Isles of Carmelyn. Heh, life is damn ironic sometimes.

He never really meant to, but Julien slowly made his way past the busy market streets and into the darker alleys where the real lifestream of any city belonged. There were no rich store clerks here, or pompous middle class. He was looking for his brothers, those who shared his fate on Telath. They were the poor, the needy, the desperate. And should he happen upon a lone comrade Julien would easily check over his shoulders for witnesses before gently calling on the stranger.

"Where's the dirtiest pub this place's got?", he asked in low tones.