Wolfram stood at the large pathway to Beacon's courtyard as he eyes the large crowd of people walking around him, overwhelmed by just how many people actually exist in the world that he lived in and just how different all of them are, seeing as he had spent his entire life in the frozen tundras of the North. Even after spending a week in Vale to adjust to city life, he still felt disconnected from this world, like an outsider who didn't belong despite being a member of the same species...despite being a human. His feral appearance didn't help his culture shock either as everybody looks different and wears different clothes from each other, each with a unique design that somehow manages to display just the type of person they are, not unlike Wolfram who had torn the sleeves of his hand me down shirt to give him better mobility and the sheer simplicity of his attire. The giant, glimmering sword hanging from his back and the wolf cloak probably had a hand in making people avoid him though.
Still...overwhelmed as he is, he can't help but feel relieved at the sight of it all. That he really is not alone in this world,that as much as he is capable of taking care of himself, he didn't have to. At least...that was what Xanthous Housman, the huntsman who found the boy and sent him here told the him. They didn't have much time to spend together but Wolfram was nonetheless grateful to meet him, and wished he would be able to do so again. Now though, now he wishes to explore this new life...this life that his father was once had.
"Mmmmh...where to now...?"
Asking himself this question,he ponders about his destination as he looks around for any sign of a guide or one of those billboard things he saw on the roads. He would ask someone but his inexperience in interacting with another person after so long is holding him back slightly,and while unaware to the boy, anybody who does notice the boy seems to be walking away from him. That is until he finds himself knocking into something,looking down to find a tiny person who had completely escaped his field of vision or attention.