It had been just a little bit since Larsa had arrived and watched Gabranth disappear before his eyes. He had managed to find a way to procure a little bit of what was considered money here and he was trying to keep his nobility as low as possible. It was easier than he had expected, but that was the biggest indicator that he was no longer in Ivalice. No one knew his face or his name. It was a little disheartening, but he supposed it was for the best.

By the time he thought to ask if anyone could help him find Gabranth, he'd managed to support himself. The young prince was mildly confused about all of this, used to being royalty and taken care of. Now however he had to make his own way.

So when Timon had offered to tell him things, he'd headed for the indicated place. He had no idea what the little thing was thinking, nor who Timon was, so when he arrived, he glanced around a bit, obviously looking for someone. The prince wasn't entirely sure how to address the man, so he settled for standing outside for a little bit. If Timon didn't show up soon, he would see if the network knew anything.