"Even the dirt in feywild is cleaner than the wretched cities here in the mortal realm." Lucens had been in the mortal realm for five years so far, and he still couldn't get accustomed to how dirty their cities were compared to feywild. In truth, the weren't all that dirty, but it was hard for anything to be clean enough for his standards. Lucens was dressed in his finiest white, Eladrin shirt with golden, elven patterns on the shoulders. Over his right shoulder, he had a golden guard that extended nearly to his elbow. His pants matched with a similar color, and they were all held together with a golden belt. He was clean, prim, and proper like he always enjoyed being. He had found very little information on the creatures that attacked his village, although he did find information about the mortal realm itself.

Lucens sighed a bit, before deciding to duck into a local bar for more information. He had heard that information spread like wildfire in bars. But...they were so dirty. He hated going into dirty places, and yet he seemed to find himself in nothing but them. He stuck around for a bit, before he found himself talking with a young woman. Something seemed...odd about her. Like she was unfamiliar with her own skin, but Lucens shook the feeling off. He did end up finding out from her that there was a legendary mechanic named James Rindeux whom would possibly know the origin of the beings that attacked his village. He finally had a lead on where to go. He had to find this James Rindeux, and get as much information from him as possible.