It wasn't very often that he felt like going anywhere. He had no sickness or physical disability, no; it was just a feeling sort of thing. Sometimes you feel like drawing, sometimes you feel like cooking, sometimes you feel like watching television. Today, he felt like taking a walk.
Living alone — literally alone — you eventually get bored of minding your business. He didn't want any human interaction, really; if he wanted to be in a crowd, surrounded by folks with a rather challenged IQ, as well as others sweating from the heat... and not to mention, the ones who didn't care and were just there to be there, existing and talking about the most idiotic things the world could offer. If he truly needed this interaction — he would be taking a stroll in a park, or in a city, or he would visit something like a museum or an art building.
He would not, in fact, be taking a stroll in a forest.
Truth be told, he did do some research. That was the only thing that tamed his disdain for human interaction: research. If he could obtain information and countless sources for learning and research, in exchange for a wave or a verbal greeting, and by bearing the physical presence of others; then so be it.
Of course, it was never really that bad. Nobody ever talked to him, nobody ever tried to get in trouble with him; but it really felt like a chore. It felt harder than it truly was. He didn't mind them, but his mind was unable to realize that the odds of someone interacting with him were slim. It always had to inflate things, it always had to make him think it would be the most horrible hours of his entire life.
Which, speaking of, would most likely end up being rather long. Considering he had control over his own death, among other things.
But that was another subject altogether. His mind was digressing now.
His reason for being here, rather than at the typical library he usually visited? It was after a trip to the library that he learned Roraldi supposedly had hot springs; which was something he had never seen before. He had heard of them, but he had never seen a real hot spring. To have the opportunity to actually see one; he figured it was worth his time.
He somewhat stood out in the forest with his long golden hair, but beyond that, he looked like your regular human being. His clothes ranged from yellow to brown, and some shades in-between the two. Even if he did stand out on the background; what were the odds of someone interacting with him?
Mind, stop making it sound terrible.