Fifth stop: Action/Text
[ooc: stuff in courier is text!]
[Seems like somebody figured out his seal can write letters. That's pretty nifty!]
Man, today's great.
[He also seems to have discovered how fun the mountains can be. He's spent most of the day obligatorily chopping wood and lifting lumber, making friends with woodland creatures, and figuring out ways to generally speed up his routine. It was a nice day for a workout, he figured. No such thing as being the best! You can always be better!]
It's so great I'm gonna give everybody I see a handshake.
[And then he comes up to various strangers, shaking their hand, dabbling in conversation. He's considering moving here. Ah, or maybe not.]
Hey pal, how's the weather?
[Simultaneously via text, even as he relates to people in person-]
Are any dames out there interested in marriage? I want to hear your opinions on it. Don't worry! I haven't been paid to say this or anything. What about you, fellas? You ever getting tied down?
[The day wasn't completely without questions, though. He had this weird little bean in his pocket, all black and shiny. He never bought any beans. That doesn't matter, he'll be loitering around the mountains today, before heading home to the metropolis at night. This city, what a blast. Oh, before he forgets-]
It's time.