Nirvana, the centre of power, trade, commerce, and geographically, in the desert. The capital of sin and vice controlled by the eternal house stood defiantly against the decaying desert, stubbornly refusing to follow in the footsteps of the rest of the sands in the multiple collapses, as it was the only city that kept its lights on. A young Ysstmar who stood atop the mountains of bandit's pass always looked on at this bone bastion in wonder, curious to what life was like within its interior. This simple lizard's dream would come to fruition, as his home with the military was located within the metropolis. Though his military training took up much of his time, the saurian soldier always looked out from his simple residence at the city in amazement, awestruck by the hubbub contained within those tall walls, something he had never witnessed before in his rather primitive life. Watching all the souls walk about without a care in the world, not having to care about some prick challenging you to combat just because he wants to prove he ain't worthless to those around him.
Alas, when Tuguslar's first day off was finally granted, the desert dweller eagerly took the opportunity to go on a tour of the town, ensuring to take a bath in the morning first before departing, since the Ysstmar wished to avoid any mention of his hygiene, all too aware of the local's perception of his people. The newly enlisted warrior for the eternal house began his journey through the city, walking through the streets filled with people, simply admiring the vista on display before him. The young soldier could not help but feel giddy, akin to a child given his first weapon, for the city was so vast and alien to him that the mere act of walking through it was entertaining to his simple minded lizard brain. Each establishment tempted the wide eyed saurian to enter its abode, though none of them succeeded save one type… places that served food. The scaly cook has always had a soft spot for good food, as it is reminiscent of the time he spent cooking with his father in his youth, and it’s just nice to eat and enjoy your meal.
Unfortunately the saurian chef had difficulty making a decision, as his calm pace past taverns, smokehouses, butchers and other places for food made it difficult for the young man to choose; for he knew internally no matter his choice he would have wished to spend his recently earned wages on something else. The debate that raged within his mind bothered Tuguslar, as he marched up and down in the street trying to make up his mind. Does he go to the butcher and get his own meat to cook back home? Does he go somewhere else where they make for him and then the mountainous cook plays his favourite game of “guess how it was cooked” whilst possibly enjoying the meal? Does he say fuck it and go pleasure himself at a brothel and try out some local pussy? To go from limited choices back atop his birthplace to dozens of choices is… overwhelming.