Firion definitely knew how to read a map. But somehow, he misread this one and was now hopelessly lost. Given he had also just arrived from a terrible Conflict, his memories still coming back to him, he also still had his weapons on his person. Which he wondered if that was leading to a lot of the people he was trying to ask for help avoiding him. He couldn't just leave his weapons! Really, all he needed was to find his home and he could put some of the weapons away.

He didn't feel comfortable doing that, but everyone seemed friendly enough, if a bit nervous around him. Firion sighed, looking at his map again before folding it and putting it away for now. He also had no idea how to work the communicator he got, not even knowing it was a communicator at all, so it was left turned off in his pocket. The young warrior looked around, maybe he could find someone who also arrived on the ship to help him out.

He found thought he found one and approached them, noting their attire was a little different from the locals. "Um, excuse me sir/ma'am. I don't mean to intrude, but could I get some help?"