The human stripling was the first to arrive. The mall was certainly picturesque: the dancing fountain, the light breeze blowing a cooling mist, the majestic statue, birds singing of welcome and longing. He'd never before seen this lovely little corner of Baromenes. A striking destination befitting his long journey. So why was it completely uninhabited. He watched and waited, looking about as if expecting others, taking note of the black cat on a distant balcony, lazily sunning herself with a view of the entire mall. As he watched, he drew a package from his bag, something wrapped in soft green leaves. Unfolding the leaves, he took a bite of...
An obscenely large, greasy, flakey, golden-brown pastry pie--stuffed with a creamy, gooey blend of spinach and a regional goat cheese!
"Mmmm," he moaned, savoring the bite. Whoever he was, his desire for food had overcome the tingling pull that had driven him here. On the hike up from the western gate, he'd managed to grab the pie from a street vender as he passed, tossing a silver to quiet the man.
The stripling looked young, perhaps a boy of sixteen or seventeen, but his eyes were uncannily shrewd--as if they'd seen too much to be so young. He had a pleasant face, boyish, sun-reddened fair and freckled, his hair a shaggy mop of brown a few shades short of auburn. He was not particularly tall, with a frame that suggested quick athleticism rather than raw strength. His movements and posture betrayed a cat's grace. And between the eyes and the grace, he was almost certainly older than seventeen.
He wore a dark green cloak over a lighter green tunic and trousers, his clothes clean and cared for, but having seen much travel and weathering. Across one shoulder he wore a messenger's bag, while the other shoulder bore a water skin, blanket and bedroll--all of it serviceable and worn in long ago. He looked to have only newly arrived in the city, not yet having secured lodgings.
Content with the solitude, he sat on the ledge of the fountain basin and enjoyed his pastry.
Mechanics
Main Hand: spanakopita
Off Hand: more spanakopita
Action 1: snack on spanakopita
Note 1: the cat on the balcony is his familiar
Note 2: Given the weird tingly pull, Mags would have cast Mage Armor on himself before arriving at the this final destination.