Studying the ocean from a balcony, Ethan took in the scene. There were tourists milling the beach, some with chairs and some with blankets. Gulls swept up and down the sea looking for a fresh meal. It was almost postcard, the town was old but remained well kept and relatively modern, the place that had not been, however, was the former Tauntling house. It was falling down and hadn't managed to sell for decades, until now. Through his connections in the city offices, he learned of its new inhabitant, a man named Rennard who hadn't chosen to reveal any details about himself aside from his intent to purchase a home.
An interesting choice of housing, thought Ethan, most newcomers choose to purchase at least a condo. Ethan unfolded his wings, gliding down into the city streets , somehow blending into the crowd quite easily. Only a trained could've seen his destination, a coffee shop. He walked in and sat in a booth, no intent to order anything. Only to wait.
(Hey, I haven't RPed for quite some time either. Let's regain an old touch, eh?)
