Ryteb had run a fair ways, at least he thought he had, but this bloody city was like a maze. Honestly, how was a forest more straightforward than a civilized city? He swore he had passed that same statue three times already. Then again, there seemed to be hundreds of the damn things, all about saints or some kind of religious shit.

Turning around another corner, he came across the box guy again. Hearing what the dude actually said this time, he rubbed his head sheepishly.

"Sorry dude," He said, giving a small grin, "I just didn't want to go back to that stuffy room. In case you couldn't tell, me and rules don't really agree. Heh... Odin used to call me his Wild Fox... anyway, wanna ditch that lot and have a bit of fun?"