A1. Arrival
I'm telling you there's been some sort of mistake! Hey! Are you even listening to me?

[ Considering the unfamiliar mage woman had just left him standing in a barracks room with only a blanket clutched around him, he's pretty sure the answer to that is a resounding 'no'. Which is annoying in itself. He hates being ignored. Especially when it's by a woman. He could have told her that catching his breath wasn't going to ease any of his shock, but some answers might have.

Clothes wouldn't hurt either, for that matter.

Muttering under his breath, he frees one arm from his blanket to rake fingers through his red hair in agitation before turning to survey the rest of the room. And realize he's not the only person in here. Brown eyes narrow slightly as he turns to face the other occupant. ]

Let me guess. You're either as confused as I am, or standing here to spout more about how honored you are and don't ask any more questions. But at least you have clothes on. Please tell me there's more in here somewhere?

A2. Around the Outpost
[ Sylvain's not one to sit still for long, not when everything and everyone around him is an unknown. But at least having a little time to freshen up and find actual clothes have done wonders for his mood, despite his complaints towards the mage earlier. Not that he could be considered 'happy' by any stretch of the imagination, but he seems to be making the best of it and to anyone who doesn't know him well, he seems to be taking this abrupt relocation in stride, cheerful smile and flirtatious demeanor out in full force.

He can be found poking around the barracks, seeing who else is here and who else he might pester for information on this place. He lingers in the mess hall after offering a few invitations to nearby ladies to see if they'd like to get a bite to eat or a cup of tea with him - although those he approaches seems to be more a habit than anything and he'll not turn away anyone who looks intriguing to approach for a bit of conversation and companionship.

And while he can be seen lurking around the edges of the training grounds, he doesn't make any effort on his own to join in practice or sparring there, his attention far more intently locked on those making use of the weapons. While his posture might be casual and relaxed, his searching gaze is intent and focused, although he's quick to disguise that, should he catch anyone watching him too closely, offering up an easy grin and a laugh to hopefully dismiss himself from notice. ]

That looks exhausting, don't you think?

[ After learning there's a large city not far from the barracks, Sylvain is quick to set out to explore it. The barracks are.... decent enough, he guesses. Rugged and spartan, for sure - not that he's unused to that, of late. But there's not much to do there and he'd prefer to have a broader group of people to elicit information from. So, arriving in the city, he can be found for the first several hours exploring various streets and shops, even though he doesn't have any of the local currency to spend yet. The weather here is much dryer and hotter than he's comfortable with, but as he's currently lacking his armor, at least the clothes he'd been given upon his arrival are decently suited to the climate.

Should he find anyone willing to spot him a drink or a meal, he might make himself comfortable in one of the taverns or bars, listening in on conversations or just soaking in the atmosphere of these places. Getting a feel for the city itself and those who inhabit it. He's long since learned you can discover a lot about a place and it's people in spots like this.

He's surprisingly fairly subdued early on, although after a few hours he starts to loosen up - and liven up, approaching strangers with a wide smile, a flirtatious wink and, in some cases, an outrageous pickup line. ]

Well hello there. I do believe I'm very lost.

(( Leave me a prompt of your own! I'm open to anything where Sylvain might encounter your character. I'm also more than happy to match brackets or prose. ))