Before he could snoop around taking in everything, though, he had one thing to take care of. Motion sickness. Every time he hopped on any kind of transportation he just started feeling really sick. Probably just randomly puking in the middle of the street wasn't a good thing. It would make for a bad first impression for sure and while he didn't mind the limelight he wouldn't want to attract that kind of limelight to himself.
Took him ten minutes to fight off the nausea, but eventually the sickly feelings subsided. What a relief. Hopefully, he didn't have to get onto any other moving thingy for a good while. Hopefully. There was no guarantee to that, sadly.
The reason for that coincided with his reason to be there in the first place. If he wanted to "git gud" at magic he needed people with experience able to give him a few pointers and a nudge in the right direction. Granted, his magic wasn't really the same as normal magic, but there was bound to be at least one guy that would know how to spice up things! In the end, he had a whole town worth of people to search through.
Perhaps it was better to visit the big castle up there at the city centre before he started wobbling around asking for people that could help him. After he had joined the guild he'd probably be allowed to walk around town freely. Keyword being probably.
He had no idea what would happen as soon as he walked past the door to the caslte. He had zero experiece with guilds. Only small tales coming from travelling merchants. Though he was certain on one thing. He probably had to go through some kind of initiation or trial or whatever and get the guild symbol tattooed. Every guilded mage had one, that's how you could guess people's association at a glance. Some of those tattoos also had magical properties apparently, or so he had been told.
He just hoped any trial they would have him do didn't involve any riding. That wouldn't end well.
Man, how long were these stairs? He'd been going up and up and up for a while now. Tyson shook off his own thoughts as his walk came to a stop right in front of the massive doors precluding access to the castle. No one in sight. Looking left, then right, the Slayer couldn't really see anyone around. Weird. He would have guessed castle entrances would usually have some sort of guard standing there as security. Apparently not.
Reaching up with his hand, he very faintly knocked at the door, just to see if anyone would show up. Perhaps the place was closed?