As a bright flash of light appeared and disappeared as soon as it had come, a person wearing tattered robes stepped out of thin air and onto the soil of Tolgalen. Touching ground with a near soundless thump, he looked around from under his hood, using a thick branch to support his fairly tall frame while trying to orient himself as to where exactly he was right now. One thing was clear to see, he was no longer within the Greenscape, so chances were that he had ended up back in Fiore. Given the buildings that had undoubtedly been created by humans, he at the very least knew for certain that he was back in Earthland. Knowing for sure that he had never been here before in his life, it took him a moment to orient himself in terms of directions, though it also took him a while before his senses came back properly. As soon as they did, his ears could pack up people from different directions talking about a man that had just popped up out of thin air, and that he looked dangerous.
Though he wasn't exactly dangerous, he figured that his tattered and beaten appearance mixed with the hood might give the impression that he was up to some nefarious purpose. Considering how many a dark mage dressed up just like him for the sake of looking dark and broody, he had actually been forced to wear these clothes because he had nothing else in the place where he had spent the past two months. While the massive woodlands there had provided him with a good amount of shade, food and opportunities to hunt for food when nature itself would not provide him with nuts, berries or fruits, clothing such as this provided him with a good amount of natural camouflage and made him look very unappealing to the larger predators that roamed about there. Now that he was no longer in that place, it was strange for him to acclimatize to all of these sounds around him coming from creatures that did not necessarily want to harm him. So much so that it almost gave him a feeling similar to a post traumatic stress disorder.
Trying to get away from all the noise and find a spot where he could get some rest and time to figure out what kind of place he had ended up in, he used his wooden crutch to slowly move forward as his body was still incredibly sore. Having trouble just to keep his eyes open after the ordeal he had been through just seconds prior to coming to wherever it was that he was now, it took a lot of concentration just to keep his head in the game. Maneuvering across the pavement slowly, he could still tell that there were people around him without really needing to see them as just smelling their cologne, shampoo or washing product and their hushed whispering was enough to tell him exactly where they were. That was one of the side effects of spending so much time in a place where just about everyone was trying to kill him, it pushed his slayer senses to become even more fine tuned for the sake of protecting himself. Hoping to find a place where he could sit down for a minute and maybe take a nap, he kept limping his way forward.