After trading some interesting pieces and artifacts he'd gathered from a minor bandit gang he started walking the streets. Something in the back of his mind told him to explore, after buying some wet stones and metal Polish he stops before the old lady and the book, looking at the price, with a shrug he reaches into his bag and pulled out twenty coins, "here man, tell me, will I ever find a place I belong, I grow weary of my travels and wonder if there ever will be an end, a place I can rest peacefully,"