His surroundings could be described in one word:
Noisy.
He appeared right in the middle of a bustling city. Players and NPCs walking freely, chatting amongst each other. Shouts from the side trying to gain attention for their business.
"Get them hot! Fresh steamed buns!"
"Cheap equipment! Low supply!"
"Free appraisal! Looking to gain Proficiency!"
"High tier potions! Currently doing a sale!"
Aiming to escape the noise Jarvis headed down a random alleyway. After stopping to collect himself he examined his surroundings.
The alleyway would fit the description of a murder scene. Barely any visibility, random objects scattered across the floor, and a person slumped against the wall.
. . .
Wait a minute.
Jarvis approached the unmoving figure, kneeling down he spoke, "If you're alive say three."
"Cheese?"
"Close enough, are you alright?"
"Ugh, no. However if you could be so generous to lend me some alcohol, I'll be much better."
