Like floating leaf he drifted into town, hailed by an unheard chorus of the wind he passed by the gates and into the city proper. He lowered the brim of his hat towards his face as he looked upwards at the position of the sun. It was early noon or least something close to that time. Squinting he returned his gaze back to earth and headed deeper into Farecia ready to get into routine. The swaths of people just blended together in his eyes as they weren't his targets, nor worthy of inquiry.

Seems like the more he traveled the more things got the same. The constant progression from locale to locale with only an annoyingly small gap between his quarry and himself. The days spent hunting down clues and making money by busking. This cycle kept happening much to his perpetual chagrin; but it was not just the constant dangling of that victory being snatched that annoyed him. Truth be told it was the busking was the only thing that made him feel like his old self. The traveling had worn on him but he'd never admit much less head back. But still when all the current memories in his head are just variations in scenery, it raises questions. Questions such as why didn't he take that damn horse a while ago. 

He entered the marketplace area of this city looking at the stalls full of colors. Shining wares for the eye to see from all over. With thoughts on that horse, he'd figure with just a bit more money he'd could increase his speed and not cut into his ration of money for other things outside of food. The best thing about these places however, was the nigh omnipresent shop that sold all sort of curios and relics. They tended to have the best information as more often then not the goods had a questionable origin to them. 

With a confident smile he strode up to the shopkeeper, "I see you have an assortment of goods. Really interesting stuff, would you happen to have something I might be looking for. In the realm of information."

"Uh, what are you exactly looking for." The older gentlemen said to him as he eyed the foreigner with strong interest.

With an rapid motion he retrieved from his box a poster and said, "Have you seen these men?..."