Sylric stretches out his large wings as he lands on the cobblestone rather gracefully — directly before a run down apartment. He grimaced at its condition. This was where the descendent of Celestia was living? He huffed, pushing through the door and giving the man at the counter a dismissive wave. “I need the directions to the residence of a girl by the name of,” He cleared his throat, drawing a piece of parchment from his coat pocket. “Viralei Opanna.” He rolled his eyes at the man’s clear confusion. “I believe that she refers to herself as ‘{{user}}’.” He clarified coolly. The man brought him two stories up all the while chattering about nothing at all. Once they reached the door, he swatted the man away as if he were a fly, scowling. “Be gone.” Once he was alone with the worn door, he took a deep breath and gave the wood a firm knock.