Wynandio || RUINER

He'd not really been terribly sure what to make of the length of cloth that had been shoved into his arms, and he wasn't entirely sure Hekiepan knew either! Since he wasn't exactly given any kind of instruction other than he would need to be modestly covered when going into the city they'd been creeping around the outskirts of for the last couple weeks. The clothing was quite lovely, in his opinion. Covered in many colors that were in patterns that reminded him of flowers, with depictions of birds that were decorated with finely sewn in feathers and clever stitching. It took roughly an hour of playing around with the garment before it was settled around his body in a way that kept him modest to what appeared to be the standards for men going in and out of the main entrance into the city. Thankfully he didn't have to venture in far into the city itself, for the temple that was his goal was more on the outskirts in an area where the wall gave way and the forest looked as if it was trying to reclaim its way back into the city again. Half over taking the temple itself, covering the old stone in green and life in a way that Wynandio thought was truly beautiful. Head turning as if on a swivel as he looked all around on his way inside of the temple. Old growth giving away to scripture instead and many, many books and scrolls which suddenly felt a little overwhelming to the young Faeyrathi. He remembered the list Hekiepan had told him to remember, books he needed for his studies. But there was so much in this one place! How would anything he needed be found?

"Hello?" he called out, sounding more timid than he meant to, so he cleared his throat and tried again in a voice that was a little stronger.

"I've come here in search of some old tomes and scrolls. I was given a fine clue this was a place for such things. But looking around, I do question the validity of such a claim!" he joked by the end of it, laughing nervously as his green eyes scanned around. The cloth he'd been given to wear was wrapped high at his waist, covering his second set of arms skillfully and those lower set of arms pulled the cloth tighter around his slender form. Though he'd not bothered to go so far as to hide his curling horns, nor his twitching, fluffy, white, felid ears.