The good thing about a city; everything within only so much reach.

The bad thing about a city; that doesn't include fresh air.

So Ravirn's take a bit of a hike, after making use of some public transport; getting off near the stadium, he heads towards some green he'd found, figuring that if he can't relax the way he normally does he might, hell, see if there's any rings or something around there.

Never hurts to find one for later, all.

So while the birds and scarce wildlife is expected- something coming from the sky isn't, and it's only a moment's pause before he's quickly running in that direction, despite Melchior's comments in his backpack how this is probably not the smartest thing to do but then again when has Ravirn done the smart thing?

And while he's not trying to be sneaky...maybe it's just Slapstick making its appearance when he loses his footing on some loose dirt, stumbling with a yelp and barely keeping himself from falling on to his face. He ends up on his hands and knees, looking up just in time to catch sight of-

well.

"...huh."

He's not sure what that is, really.