The sun beat down on the young man, as he traveled through the everlasting desert. The majority of his body was wrapped up in a brown, tattered and dirty cloak, his short, brown haired head poking out of it. His current travels had him in one of the more boring parts of the desert that the world had become, nothing but sand and rocks, and the occasional bunch of bones, usually picked clean by animals. At least, the young man hoped it was animals, and that went for both the bones and the ones who cleaned them. This is why he never gave this much of a look, it wouldn't do him well to be proved wrong on that point.<br/><br/>He covered his eyes with a single hand, looking forward. He had seen what he thought was a town about fifteen minutes ago, and was making his way there, giving it a hard look every couple of moments. He thought that, if he kept an eye on it, it wouldn't turn out to be a mirage. He knew it was silly, but it calmed his nerves enough to let him keep on. And when he entered the town, he  reached forward, lightly touching the closest building. He felt wood, hot under the noon sun, and let out a sigh of relief, one he didn't realize he was holding in for the past fifteen minutes. With a small smile, he move forward, looking around the town.<br/><br/>After about half a hour's walk of looking around, he had found it was a small place. Two bars, a trade house, a small hotel, and some cluster of housings.  Probably not the place he was looking for, but the sort of place he could find info. He got onto his knees, talking off his cloak and stuffing it into a large travel bag he had, picking it up and sling it over his shoulder, revealing his small and weak figure. His clothing, like the cloak, was tattered and filthy, a white shirt and olive cargo pants, with an olive cargo vest and shoes that were so worn down that could barely be called clothing. Not exactly the kind of person who should have been traveling by himself, that much was for sure, but a person who obviously was. He had a small slouch to his posture as he walked, nervously looking side to side, being careful to walk away from any passing people.<br/><br/>He then reached the trade house once more, and took a deep breath. Placing a hand on it's wooden door, it pushed, opening it, and walked in, seeing two men in a the middle of a business transaction.<br/><br/>"Alright, Mr. Leons, here's the agreed payment.  Fifty coins, and a fee drink at the Lizard Head bar." The one behind a counter, covered with various times for sale, said,  handing the other man fifty metal coins and a note, presumably to the barkeeper of the mentioned bar.<br/><br/>The boy took a breath, and stepped forward, holding up his hand.<br/><br/>"Uhh...h-hello." He said, flinching as the shopkeeper took a look at him. "Ah, a customer, I presume? What do you need, boy? I'm going to presume...clothes." He said, in a jolly manner. He looked at the boy, wondering if he had money to pay. From the look of the boy, those of a frail, scared child, he could only presume not. But, if he had drove out everybody who looked like they could give him nothing, he would<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>nothing.<br/><br/>"U-Uh..." The boy muttered, closing his blue eyes. "I-Information." He squeaked out, the shopkeeper smiling. "Ahh, information, my most valuable commodity.  I have much of it, perhaps some of it would be of use to you? So, child, what do you need to know?"<br/><br/>"A-A person. A little kid, with black hair, should be about 10 years old." The boy answered. "Four y-years younger than me." He added. The shopkeeper thought it over, before shaking his head. "Sorry, child, but I can't think I know of anybody like that...ah, Mr. Leons, you travel often, do you not? Have YOU seen the child the boy is looking for? Boy, what is his name?"  If one was to ask him, the shopkeeper would be honest, and admit he had a soft spot for children, to explain why he was putting in more effort than just telling the boy "no" when he didn't know. But, there was also the fact if he helped, he would still get paid, even if he had to ask for a discounted price.