The river was RIGHT THERE just a second ago.

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Who: Altair and anyone who can read a map. Please.
What: Intro and learning the streets.
Where: Some street in Aspic
When: Some time in the early afternoon, I suppose.
Warnings: None, really.

Altair is lost. He was supposed to be back in Mog Hill, but obviously that wasn't happening. There had been a river? And now there wasn't?

He has a map (unfolded and held in both hands) and is looking... up. At the myriad buildings of Aspic. Altair is clearly lost- he's trying to orient himself to the map but is having problems. Lots of problems. He carefully avoids bumping into people, which is a little impressive, with the hood and looking at his map more than the street and the sudden stops and starts he's doing.

He slowly turns the map sideways, as if it'd help? He frowns- it doesn't. He looks up again- at the buildings, and mutters something about lumpy cities and terrible maps under his breath. There was precious little he wouldn't do for a real map by a real mapmaker and not this... thing.

At this point, he'll accept help from anyone.

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Aimery had been on his way to the bazaar to scratch a few things off of his to-buy list when he passed by a very confused looking, unusually clothed man. It was the clothes that got his attention- not common in the city but reminded him of home, of Warwick, at least to an extent. He passed by him first with not more than a curious look, but stopped after a few paces and turned around, walking back the way he came.

"Sir? Can I help you with something?" he asked, letting his Anglo-Norman accent thicken on the words but resisting the urge to use Norman- the man was obviously Saracen, after all, a race not known for their fondness of his.

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Altair isn't exactly startled by the offer for help- he knew he looked like a lost tourist. But actually being stopped by a civilian? Not something he was used to.

He turns to face the unfamiliar man and only just manages to hide his distaste for Europeans. But he was offering help, and right now, Altair reminded himself, he wasn't the Grandmaster in this town. He was just some guy, and that means socializing. A moment to gather his words, and he speaks.

"I'm lost." His voice is flat and he sounds fairly annoyed- mostly at the city. "I'm trying to get back to the Vahalla Inn, in Mog Hill. I was following the river, but then I...got sidetracked." Which involved a particularly tall building's rooftop. "I'm not sure where I am at all."

Altair offers the map for the man to look at. It's more like something you'd get at a themepark than a real guide. No wonder the poor man's lost. The Valhalla Inn's location has been marked and circled and had arrows drawn. ...He gets lost a lot, okay?

"Do you know the way there?" His question gives the impression that he should.

(( Oh god I am so sorry for being late :B im the worst hi))

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He flashed a friendly smile despite the stranger's obvious annoyance and nodded, taking the offered map to give it a look over; politeness was a good way to combat rudeness, after all, and someone had clearly been rude to him. That map... what a shame. Aimery couldn't even tell if it had the El train routes marked or if those were meant to be streets

"I do, and you certainly are lost," he answered, flattening the map out a bit in his grip, shifting so that the both of them could see it properly, and using one thumb to point roughly to Aspic. "We're here or thereabouts, clear on the wrong side of the river. Quickest and safest way back would be to ride the El Train north from Flyside, then take the Dexter line to Mog Hill."

Aimery drew with his thumb the approximate course as he spoke, then, after a moment of hesitation, he looked back to Altair, brows knitting in sympathy, "This is a terrible map. You weren't charged for it, were you?"