After Vermillion's "exciting" day with the Department of Protected Inhabited Planets employees he found himself now somewhere in a swamp called L'hatzif. When going through all the places available for a colony it was the only one that called to him. At least there would be some sense of normalcy in the tall foliage whether tree or mushroom mattered little to him. The DPIP had the express joy of walking him through everything and reading information to him, as he could not read the holopad himself and while there were audio-logs for some of the info there weren't for everything he had questions about.

Vermillion had been given many things before they set out to the more remote area of L'hatzif. One of which he asked the employee about for the most info and then asked for help to use the immigration vouchers. Apparently the species here had different values just based on their markings and or their abilities in comparison to one another. He visited immigration with assistance of course and asked about each available immigrant. It took a while to go through each and every immigrant, especially since they needed to describe what the individual looked like in addition to their personality. There was one who caught his interest, a semi-loner, and not one to trust quickly… an almost familiar tale to his own. How did he keep ending up in these situations? That mattered little for now he was choosing this creature to go on the journey with him. After confirming him choice to free this whelp from the confines of immigration, only to "restrict" them to a colony he decided he himself would see where the colony would be living. As the DPIP transported him to his colony's home-base, he only hoped that this whelp would be happy or at least not angry with him. He had been given a job… and if all goes well maybe he can return to his relaxing life by the shore.

They dropped Vermillion off and told him to continue along in a straight line to reach his new colony grounds. However when he just stood and stared at them, one of them got out to walk him all the way there. Not only does Vermillion not carry a cane, but he also can not see the "clear path" they were pointing him to. The employee said his general warnings for Vermillion before returning to his post. Vermillion waited, hearing their footsteps retreat. He still couldn't smell anything due to his smoking habits at the bar. So he was stuck listening for now, the natural beauty of this area was quiet but not absent. He waited for some time, but never heard the footsteps of what he expected from a Tsabhua. He waited for the chill of nightfall before letting out a loud and solid-toned whistle. The whistle itself didn't last super long but the echoes of it seemed to go on forever. He then heard gentle footsteps approaching him. A quick heartbeat and shallow breath, he only hoped that he hadn't scared the whelp, but he wanted to whistle over calling out as he had no idea how far the whelp was. The footsteps while close were a fair distance from him when the stopped.

Vermillion took a deep breath, and looked approximately to where he heard the footsteps, "Hello there… uh, I'm always bad at introductions. My name is Vermillion, you can call me Vill though. I… uh, I guess I'm 'the Researcher'", Vermillion moved his hands upwards to show air quotes as he said 'The Researcher' to show how unsure of all of this he still was. "…of this colony. I uh… well what is your name?" The whelp looked at the odd man, messy silver hair that made his look older but a young voice and overall appearance. He smelled heavy of smoke that made the whelps nose wrinkle in distaste. As the man spoke Zephyr noticed that his coat seemed to 'twinkle' the red dots faded in an out like star shine. He noticed though Vermillion's rose-tinted glasses, milkly irises which seemed to lack a pupil. Though the man's eyes seemed to stare right through him. Then he began to look closer at the odd man… pointy ears, were his teeth stained black? Zephyr must of been quiet for an odd amount of time as Vermillion spoke up again. "Can you speak? I'm sorry for assuming you can, if you are unable…. Uh well if you can't speak can you at least knock on a surface or something? I apologize but I am unfortunately blind, and I can't see if you've nodded or can understand me at all." Zephyr's head tilted as his eyebrows raised higher… this man was odder than odd. Zephyr then reminded himself he needed to reply, "Zephyr, my name is Zephyr. I apologize for not saying something earlier… I did not know and could not tell that you were blind. You seem to stare right at me…" Vermillion seemed to chuckle to himself, "I've been told I have a knack for that… I simply looked where I heard your footsteps. I only looked so high because I was told how tall you were." Zephyr went silent once more… This man was strange in so many ways, only time would tell if he would be a good researcher or if Zephyr would find himself in immigration again.