Central Amestris, prosperous and home to the Fuhrer,
where most of the high rollers reside.
Or so, that was what Commander Nikolai had wanted him to believe and he was there to find out for himself.
It was a long, perilous journey from home, a covert operation he undertook as a fledging, proving his worth.

The man of brown hair and grey eyes attracted curious stares from on-board passengers wherever he went.
Standing at six feet, he was glad he didn't have to look up at them and hold the weight but instead towered slightly over most of the surrounding men and women.

The people weren't unfriendly, unlike the warmongers that his other officers spoke of.
They were very much just curious on-lookers who had never seen a man with grey eyes, or so it seemed.

It was smooth sailing and he had the calm seas to thank for, glad he didn't succumb to sea-sickness like the other unfortunate ones.

"(Vomit)," A tall man stood bent, his face was almost blue with perspiration,
which almost seemed to add to the sparkles around him.
Save for that lock of hair it would have been easier to call him bald.
Kazimir wanted to help but was hesitant to approach him.

"Mm?" The stranger stirred lightly towards him and managed a sheepish smile.
"Not used to ships, heh!"

Kazimir reached for his breast pocket uncertainly and pulled out some mints.
"Here, have some of these, they may help. And try focusing on something stationary, preferably far."

After some adjusting to Kazimir's advice, the tall man managed to hold a decent conversation and the atmosphere started to jest slightly.
Kazimir continued to observe the people around him and especially his new acquaintance. Coincidentally, he was also headed for central.

"What's your business with central? Are you here for visiting? Or to find a bride?"
the tall man winked at the latter.

Kazimir grinned, "Haha, It has never crossed my mind to find a bride here. My trip is short. Besides, the women from home,
makes the gentlest homemakers that any man would be content with. Anyway...how are the women like in Amestris?"

"Well," the tall man stood up now, beaming and faced the large south port of Aerugo.
"You should see for yourself when you get there! For now, let's have some Fish & Taters shall we?"

The port was bustling, of course, as expected of a trade country.
The smell of the sea and warm sunlight kisses, beckoned the passengers as they disembarked towards a colourful market.
As they proceeded past several stalls, Kazimir noted the peace and tranquility of the southland.
The carefree jest and banter of everyday life seemed to pass him by,
like a colourful, motion-picture montage that captured him.
Unlike the cold and shrewd traders of the stories he heard when he was a boy at a marionette play.

As night fell slowly, Kazimir watched as some old gentlemen gathered amicably for a round of drinks and chitchat.
The occasional bottle of rum made its round that night on a make-shift table of wooden crates, with some cards briskly distributed among players.
The peaceful night wind caressed the people as it watched on as invisible companion.

"It's peaceful here, isn't it?" said his tall new acquaintance, as he reached his eyes up to the sky.
"Well, things were a little different back then," he sighed, "But everyone's glad that things were ironed out in the end, though not without a few sacrifices."
He turned to Kazimir and smiled, " Everybody wants peace don't they?"

Doubt began to plant its seeds on him as Kazimir laid to sleep.