Exploration was key to him and so he began to do so, which is how he found himself in Fayren this fine afternoon. Demyx was completely oblivious to the dangers, he'd just been wandering. Ultimately, he set himself up on a street corner with his sitar, playing a cheerful melody, hoping to lure people in to offering a bit of change for his performance.

He looked open and friendly, although in his eyes he was watching and studying a bit more than an innocent person would choose to perhaps. It was likely this was the case, he had a fairly healthy case of paranoia.