Grey was very enthralled with all of the different sights he got to see. Each block was like a new wonder in which to take. As far as Grey knew they were walking straight. They took no turns and he couldn't feel any twists in the streets. 

It seemed like they were going forever though. It still didn't bother him to walk forever though. He wondered how he wasn't tired in the least, and he wasn't hungry either. He was almost always hungry. He hadn't eaten anything either. He wondered how he wasn't hungry right now.

Ricardo decided to chime in with his question, waking Grey up from his musings. He thought for a moment on how he should answer this question. [b]"Yes, I am from the land of Britain. I'm a sailor from that time, but I suppose I am more specifically a privateer. From the looks of this place it seems time may be an issue as well. I was in the year 1467 when I was taken to here. Where are you from, and you seem to know what Adam and the other girl are. What did you call them? Hallow somethings?"[/b]