The city of Val'Raveran was as busy as always. The locals moving about and going about their business without much care, the Kyorl'Solenurn patrols moving through keeping an eye out for any sort of trouble, and of course, the Illhardro affiliated merchants were calling out, each claiming to be selling exotic ware that were most likely cheaply made knock-offs in order to trick a few newcomers and tourists.
Seruxis leaned against a pillar, arms crossed watching the city go by lazily. It was one of the very rare times he allowed himself to relax somewhat. His posture was still as rigid as ever and he was adorned in the armor of a templar, however, his helmet was at side, tied to his belt, and the muscles in his face were less tense then usual. He looked like he might even smile for once. Although more relaxed then usual, he was still aware of his surroundings. Seruxis had his duty for the day even if it wasn't the usual patrols. He was here to give a tour to a new recruit coming in so the poor man wasn't thrown headfirst into the patrols of the city without a clue where he was going. After that incident where a new pair had gotten lost and ended up three hours late to report causing a panic in the office, it was decided this was for the best.
At least the newcomers would have a fighting chance in the seas of Val'Raveran. Seruxis straightened his posture stretching out slightly, cracking his neck a bit as he awaited for the newcomer to arrive. Hopefully command had gotten the rooming issues straightened out by now so the newcomers would have somewhere to stay. He didn't even know what was wrong. All he had heard from the judicator among the cursing and snarls was something about beetles, tikis, and he swore she said something that sounded suspiciously like crusaders in heat, but didn't press it. Seruxis knew when it was best not to ask.