Nevi was worried. There was a frown on his face, that was unnatural in itself, but that wasn't what was bothering him. It was that he had caught a disease that seemed to hang over the great city and infect the air. Not a disease of the body, but a disease of the mind. A misery, a coldness, a hatred, Nevi had been dazzled by the advancement that lied within the city, yet its populace didn't share his excitement. They all had faces twisted into frowns and never spoke as they walked from building to towering building. Optimistic Nevi could only imagine that they were all suffering from some sort of mental plague, one that he himself had been feeling the effects of and was compelled to rid.
Why had he come here? Well... he had a very good reason a long, long time ago but forgot what it was. No matter how hard he tried, Nevi couldn't quite remember why he had wanted to enter the city, but for some reason, he did. It wasn't easy, they threatened to kill him when he first came, called him a 'savage.' When he asked what they meant by that the men swore and shot at him, wielding loud weapons that spat metal and fire. Feeling like the men were mean and not really wanting to talk to them again the ranger waited until they left and, under the cover of night, climbed the wall.
When morning came Nevi quickly found that the city people wore clothes much different than his and stared at him piercingly. So he found a collared grey shirt in a rather large green box along with some faded blue pants. The pants were too big, the ends dragged against the ground and he found the shirt collar extremely annoying. His bow and quiver also seemed to bother people, so he hid them away with his clothes behind some bricks piled up for no apparent reason that he could see. He kept his hat and the red ribbon of course, he would never take them off no matter what.
Nevi milled about for a few days, finding that one, people still stared at him, probably because he was at least a head taller then everybody. Two, all of the people who had food and drink asked for green paper in exchange for some reason and threw him out of their homes when he explained he didn't have any. And three, he developed his plague theory and was lost. He was between two of the identical grey buildings that made up the city. Unlike the jungle, where there were plenty of landmarks and waypoints, everything in the city was exactly the same. In fact, Nevi was so absorbed in thought that he didn't seem to notice the man with a rusty switchblade slowly approaching behind him.