Myth wondered the streets, looking this way and that. After finishing his half-dozen tarts, he immediately turned around, and, with a wide smile, ordered another bag of tarts to take with him. The man didn't seem the mind, of course, since it was so obvious that people loved his tarts [and probably because he was being given a gold piece for every bag], and he seemed to be a bit preoccupied, whatwith laughing as a person fled from the scene, where a group of girls were giggling [for whatever reason]. 

After restocking on tarts [which he resumed slowly enjoying], he went off in search of buildings to explore, poking his head in at shops and taverns, a couple inns, and finally, a Church. However, his father had warned him of the Church: the Relic-hunters. But Myth was confident in both himself, and his ability to keep the source of his black gauntlets secret, as well as its power. Entering the Church, he looked around with new eyes, never having been in any kind of chapel or church before, committing all he saw to memory. Then he came upon two people as he walked down the aisle, hearing the end of the standing man's voice: "Do you believe that?"

Acting on an unknown urge, that almost felt like it was coming from the gauntlets themselves, he immediately stepped forward, though to one side, and said, "Why of course I do! Wait, what are we talking about?"
[[To go along with the 'destined to meet' since that would make the most sense.]]