Ever since the mysterious continent of Onnen surfaced and Lazarus had traveled it, the cleric had found himself rather enchanted. Intrinsic qualities of the locales resonated with him in immeasurable ways. Firstly, it was primal in a sense that was visceral. This intuitive feeling was a proclivity to all that sailed here, but to him in-particular, the preternatural power reminded him much of the old ethereal realm to which he was tied. Perhaps not visually…just spiritually. The reverence in which native shamans spoke with him nourished his growing curiosities further. Lazarus could also relate heavily to not being, but at the same time…always having been. The whole of Revaliir was shaken by the invasion of the impossibly strange and insidious insectoids that had origins in this ancient land. In a very short time, however, the scars of the battles were ultimately forgotten - such as if they never were. Such was his life, he thought, in some distant memories.

Autumnal eyes transfixed by the detailed maw of one of several lion statues dotting the Mamjaku outpost, Lazarus did not realize at first that he was being addressed.
"Oi, you're that one that whaps devils for coin, no?"
The feminine voice was distinctively Vilpamolese. "Heard about you. Looking awfully lean for how much here that's foul."
Without turning around, Lazarus smirked as his gut gurgled longingly in reply. "Lots more than that…If you've a proposition, bless your heart, I'd be ever so inclined to consider. It's been so dry of late, the trees are bribing the dogs."

Whirling on his heel, Lazarus also drew down the hood of his duster as well to greet the caller. The afternoon drizzle had all but subsided. Bright blue eyes looked him up and down. Dark blonde locks were thoughtfully twined around a dainty and manicured finger. The woman's silky blouse was shifted lower than how it naturally sat on her frame - no doubt with hopes that attentions would be drawn to her generously-proportioned bosom. She would find that with him, such entreating visuals were not necessary to coax him into danger. Indeed, though he was aware of what was afoot, his oft unsettling gaze never left hers. "Eleonora, or just Nora" she said at last, after some hesitation. "Lazarus, if you didn't know already."

Beckoning him to follow her, she began on a long-winded explanation of her purpose of exploration in the region, and began to speak of dangerous varieties of undead that lurked in the dense forests near the coastline, unlike anything in either Canelux or Parvpora. Though he was listening, Lazarus couldn't help but be distracted by a pair of men who wore similar dress to his possible employer, giving him a look that could only be described as…hungry as they passed.
"They working with you?" the cleric asked with a nod in their direction. Nora giggled and waved her hand. "Oh, yes. They came with me from the port. Need some heavy lifting done occasionally, you know. They don't speak a word of Common."

He didn't like the scowling looks those men had…not one bit. Nonetheless, Lazarus nodded and let the woman finish her story…

The second her foot touched the shore of Onnen, her mind swarmed with a mixture curiosity and enthusiasm. Not only were there thousands of new shops, people, and experiences but this entire place was a brand new country to explore. The first town that she had managed to reach was named Mamjaku. People swarmed the fort's streets looking for things to buy, things to sell, or just exploring the area. All the supplies that Attie had brought was a bag with rope, a tinderbox, a torch, and thieving tools. She kept forgetting to buy additional supplies. Her mind always seemed too distracted to remember what she needed. Attie ran up to a complete stranger to ask him thousands of questions but the stranger continued walking, ignoring her.

Realizing that she would have to ask questions later, she decided to head to the market to see what she could buy. Thousands of colorful stalls were squished together on the street. Each one held its own treasure or valuable item but Attie was searching for simple things like food or a canteen. Attie spotted books over a variety of subjects, figurines of creatures she couldn't name, and thousands of other things. Eventually she spotted a stall filled to the brim with both fresh and dried food. After stocking up on food, she decided to ask the merchant a long list of questions. After twenty questions, the merchant sent her to ask questions to another merchant. And thus, Attie was passed from person to person, each getting quite annoyed by the barrage of questions flowing out of her mouth. Until she came across one merchant. 

"Tell you what, I'll finish answering the rest of your questions if you can help a girl named Nora get rid of some undead creatures." The merchant explained to Attie. 

"Yes! Maybe I can ask the undead some questions too?" Attie exclaimed enthusiastically.

She brought out her journal from her bag to write down the name of the lady and the fact that it was undead creatures. 

"Yes, the undead might…answer your questions…" The merchant responded awkwardly.

The merchant was clearly just trying to get rid of her, but that fact flew over her head. After receiving directions, Attie set off to find this Nora and her merry band of undead slayers. She walked outside of the city and found these gorgeous stone lion statues. Instead of continuing on her journey, she took the time to draw each stone statue. Her drawings were not beautiful nor realistic, but each drawing got the job of capturing the lion's details down in writing. Once the last drawing was finished, she continued on-wards to find the group she needed to join. Eventually, she came across the group but she stayed in the back, behind all the strange pairs of men. Attie wasn't terribly keen on having them kick her out for some reason. It happened often when she was in groups. She silently walked with them while keeping her journal and quill out in case she needed to take down some emergency notes.