"Iris, Iris...Come on, it's not hard to find a blue-haired girl, is it?"
Inspecting every figure that came into view once reaching the busy center of the village, Ren scouted for the precious companion of his.
Most of the primorelves seemed reserved; watching him with their nosey gazes but never actually coming out to say a word to him as they passed by. He chalked some of it up some of them just being busy with their clear responsibilities; running shops, transporting goods, tending to crops--but he could still feel a distinct feeling of not belonging.
Still...It's probably better to just ask someone than to look blindly, Ren thought.
The best bet he decided on was to ask the primorelf running the humble fruit shop at the first corner, approaching the stand as it displayed a plethora of fruits he had no way of discerning--except the micahberries, of course.
"Anything catch your eye, Sir?"