Reincarnate. Afterlife. Signs and portents.

This was where he was supposed to be. It was becoming clearer and clearer that this was the correct path. Thief could feel the gentle hand of fate guiding it along.

"I'm afraid I don't possess that information." He said to both his majesty and the humanoid robot. "If I have ever scanned something called an 'Orbital Lance' it has not survived in my memory banks. Nor do I know whom holds the robot I seek, if anyone."