Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm hmm hm...
As was his tendency, Sigurd hummed songs that he had heard growing up on his walk home. In his hands, he held three bags. Within the bag held on his right elbow was a collection of various meats and poultry, in the outermost bag on his left elbow was a few loaves of bread, and in the final bag were the vegetables and fruits he had picked out that day from the vendors. He was headed to his apartment in Oak Town. Sigurd adored where he had chosen to live, due to Oak Town's rich embrace of the history of great mages, who Sigurd viewed as the greatest paragons of humanity to ever be.
Which reminded him of his rut.
Sigurd dreamed of one day becoming a famous mage, though he would never admit it in public, as he preferred anonymous fame. Although he had chosen a secret identity, he was simply too timid to try and take any jobs for magicians, and didn't know where to start. If he were to ask a mage for advice, it would give away his identity. Where did Sigurd's obsession with secret identities come from? Of course, none other than the comic books he read, such as the one in his hands at the moment. It was this very comic book that would lead him to a chance encounter, and a potential learning experience for the young mage.
Hmmmm hm hm hm, hm hm hm, hm---
Peeling his eyes off the pages at exactly the wrong moment, Sigurd's humming was interrupted as he ducked to the side just short of running into a... horse? What was a horse doing in Oak Town?
His jerky movement had caused him to drop his reading material, and both bags on his left arm, though he managed to save the meat from tumbling to the floor. Out of the bags spilled a loaf of bread, some cucumbers, some carrots, and two more comics.
"Ah man, I'll have to make sure to clean those vegetables thoroughly when I make the stew tonight... I guess that's what I get for not paying attention. Sorry Miss, it's totally my fault for not looking where I was walking," he said, looking at the woman on the horse, nervously scratching his head, and trying to hide his blush. He never really did well with awkward moments like this.