Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-33719112-20171126064922

Entirely impatient and overall frustrated from his trip from Londo to wherever this place might call itself, he decided that finding directions was going to be something he would have to do himself. Can't rely on everything from other people, besides from getting things from other people.

Finding a paved road, he entered town, the moon shining brightly overhead, only rivaled by the lanterns that illuminated the street and the candles and other sources of light that had dotted just about everywhere in town.

A buidling that stuck out to him was one he almost recognized immediately. Wide, mulitchambered, and what he could only guess a large door that led inside to what was described to him as a 'Dojo'. He saw a soul outside, talking to somebody in the distance. That wasn't of immediate importance, what was, was getting the directions to the temple as quickly as possible. If Hollow was anything, he was hard to stop from doing quests. Determined, if you will. Briskly walking up to the door, he pounded the door three times with the back of his knuckle. He glanced to the man who was also stationed in front of the dojo doors. Strange, outside at night at a place like this. Who was he to judge the lad, he was doing the same thing the coated fellow was.

He shook his head and returned his mind back to the task at hand, he knocked again, harder.