Raleigh doesn't know what to make of this place yet. There was the dizzying trip in through that fountain and then the wind and sirens that drove him to the inn. He's settled into a little house and it's nice and quiet but almost eerily so. He's waiting on the other shoe to drop, for something else to happen to give him an indication of how things are going to be.

Today, he walks through the streets of the little village, trying to acquaint himself with the familiar landmarks in case something happens and he needs to get out fast. It's better to already have an idea of the useful escape routes before he has to use one, after all, but it might be helpful if he knew what he'd be running from.

He doesn't look up to see Cougar in his nest but at a few inches over six feet, he's likely easily spotted from up high. Raleigh hasn't ever been someone to stick to shadows or hide. He'd rather tackle things head on.