((I think the slot number is wrong, but I'll fix it once all the slots are confirmed and such.))
The sea. The sun. The people. What was there not to love about Jawan? That was part of the billing for the area, anyway, and Damian was inclined to agree. He found himself at one of the seaside cafes, sipping whatever latte had been recommended by one of the waitresses and watching seabirds wheel round and round on the ocean breezes. His father was right; he really should get out more.
Upon the discovery of the little event in the park, he had taken his opportunity to do just that. He dressed himself in the most normal outfit he owned- which just happened to be a short tunic and a pair of slacks he had convinced his father to purchase- and headed in the direction of the best place to meet someone. Hopefully that someone would be a lady. Sure, there were still eggs to find, but why not make a date of it? If he could find someone to come along with him, he was certain to have a lot more fun with the thing.