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Glad to have his feet back on solid ground, Zephyr let out a sigh as he hurried away from the ship. Finally, he was in Bevelle. He was just as relieved to be at the end of his journey (for now) as he was to be off of the unstable ground provided by the gummy ship. If there had been any other way to get here, he would have gladly taken it.

Cocking his head to the side quickly to cause a satisfying crack, Zephyr pressed into the streets which was dotted with people. At this point, he was unsure of where to go. From what he knew, there were no guilds or anything that were specifically for Keyblade wielders; many of them preferred to keep their blade a secret. Zephyr personally could not imagine wanting to do such a thing. Perhaps some had good reasons though.

Whatever the case, Zephyr had found no obvious place of gathering for those he wished to locate, though his search had been rather limited. Stopping in the middle of the crawling path, he fiddled with the goggles around his neck as he looked this way and that. Which way, which way...?

With no other obvious option, Zephyr picked a direction at random and started to walk. Perhaps he could come across a popular-looking bar or restaurant. That would be his best bet at this point. Locals who knew the little rumors and whisperings would be easy to locate at a bar, especially finding chatty ones. Alcohol worked wonders, though Zephyr himself refused to touch the stuff. Besides; Zephyr was getting hungry. His trip had been long and he had not dared to eat much for fear of it flying right back out.

"Oi, watch it, kid!" Zephyr jumped and almost summoned his blade in surprise as a burly man bumped into him. The smelly man gave him a nearly-toothless scowl as he continued on his way. Shaking his head quickly, Zephyr continued on. He could tell that he was getting to the shadier side of town. It made little difference to him though. Zephyr was rather used to being around "types", as most called them.

Again picking at random, Zephyr stepped into a bar, flinching immediately against the thick smoke. The place smelled of alcohol, mold, and sweaty old men. It made him want to leave, but he would get nothing done if he let that sort of attitude control him.

Sliding into a stool at the bar, he could not help but overhear the words "hit on". Zephyr snorted into his shoulder, though his mouth remained in its traditional frown. He looked up as an overly-busty waitress stood behind the bar, apparently there to assist the busy bartender. "Just give me something without alcohol and some food." He said with a wave of his hand, trying hard to look at her face and not the other face-sized parts of her body showing.

"Coming right up!" The girl chirped, bouncing in an obviously deliberate way. It was nearly impossible not to watch the jellious way her breasts jiggled. Making a face as she walked away, Zephyr ducked away from the sight, pressing his palm into his forehead. Hopefully not all of the women around here were like that...