Roy was all in his role mostly in spirit right now. Hanzo going about being a grumpy old man, was enough for the world. They didn't need Roy bouncing about trying to play councilor also. There were other things that were more immediately pulling at the new Preya citizen's mind.
Mostly the disappearances.
So, there was a lot of time for the Flame Alchemist to spend in the libraries. Looking for books on lore, history, rumors, and even urban legends. Anything that he could find that would offer a shred of evidence on what was happening in this world. With the walls that let people in, but kept the population from leaving. Through his research, he had learned quite a bit. One item being that not all people were given the same information. Some just showed up. Some where not told about the one-way rules. Things like that made Roy uncomfortable. Roy at least knew he was now stuck, upon agreeing on arriving.
At this specific moment though, Roy was getting ready for a little lunch. Wearing his military uniform, just a small alteration to get rid of his previous nation's insignia, Roy was nose deep in a book when he left his office. Flipping through pages while skimming the book for contents on what could provide his answers. Then he heard the animal. Roy stopped just outside his door, looked up, and stared at the blonde in front of him.
"Hmm." Roy sounded off staring.
To say the least, the man was not expecting to see a sudden woman and her dog standing in the halls. That was also unnerving that things were so unchecked here. What if she was with the rebellion or what have you and wanted to seek harm. Though, she looked safe enough. Not that he really judged her on that. She could still be dangerous for all he knew. Hawkeye. The memory pained him just enough before he stowed his feelings.
"Hello." Roy said with a smile his hand holding the book slamming it shut. "How may I help you." Sliding the book under his arm, he held his hand out. "Roy Mustange. One of Brightford's councilors."