With his unfamiliarity with his surroundings and the people who were apparently his new coworkers, Julius had (eventually) managed to climb up a moderately sized wall near the castle and had taken a seat on top of it. There he had relaxedly stayed for the past half hour or so, just gazing out over the city. This was a thing heroes did right? Standing or sitting somewhere high up and just staring off into the distance?
...wow this was dull. How in the world did the heroes in the stories manage to just stand in one place doing absolutely nothing for so long? Not all that comfortable too. The wind blew more harshly up here, and was rather chilly too.
Tired of waiting for something to happen, Julius carefully started climbing down the footholds in the wall, making his way to the tree he had climbed up when he was getting up to his perch. He slowly lowered his foot onto a branch and smirked. But as he was bringing his other foot down he slipped, and just barely managed to grab onto the branch as he fell back. With a grunt he hoisted himself back up and managed to get down from the tree the rest of the way without incident.
Reflecting on what he heard the man with the blinding hair say the previous day, Julius decided to head into town. Thinking back to the streets on Kretos, he began running through places he might be able to find someone who sold the particular tomes he was hoping to find. After a few more moments of thought he set out to go find a place he could obtain a decent knife first. His skills with a sword should have been enough for him to at least get out of most trouble he could encounter, but he felt more comfortable with a knife in his hand.