It was a while later and Oradi had left the shop. Not having gained much from the young shop keep and the theif - still no idea where, or even who he was, he had taken to exploring the town - seeing what was what and where things were but nothing was bringing back any memories. This worried him and even though he was alone for the time being he did not want his worry to show.

Not having any where to sleep Oradi spent most of the night walking around town. He had failed to notice the sun starting to rise - the only things keeping him company were the sounds of his breathing, the tappi g of his feet as he walked, the rusling of his coat as the wind moved it and the occasional clang of his blade. He hoped to run into some one who could give him an answer. In his pocket he clutched the strange stone which he had picked up before leaving the bakery.