For whoever wishes to cross paths...
Pippin soon found himself rather finely dressed; a gold-embroidered jacket and vest outfit he’d found in his room. He awkwardly adjusted the cuffs of his shirt as he stepped out of the building, looking around the eerily empty street.

Silently he meandered from corner to corner, giving nervous smiles to every unrecognizable face... And for a while, exploring the corners and alleyways of the city was satisfying.

Eventually, however, he sat down on the front steps of a building, resting his chin in his hands, grey eyes scanning the square. Throughout his life he’d learned not to feel so small as he once did; at the moment he was finding it a bit difficult. This near-empty city seemed to be full of almost nothing but Big Folk, and while the occasional dwarf was a welcome sight, he had yet to see any other hobbits, or indeed anyone he recognized.

He sighed, his spirit sinking. In one sense he knew where he was, and in another... What am I doing here?, he thought to himself, looking towards the sky.