Graaver made his way through the loosely populated street outside his home, breathing in deep the salty air mixed with the smell of fish.  He had grow acustom to the air, and hell it was better then having to smell the maze when the wind shifted.  He started to make his way towards the bazar, which was not to far away.  That was another great thing about living on the wide way.<br/><br/>As he walked he checked behind himself, a precaution to make sure no one was folliwing him.  This was done more out of habit today then of any actual worry.  When he reached the bazar he headed over to one of the vendors thats he knew would have a fire and fresh meat.  He bought something thatwas cooked and easy to eat as he walked.  As he made his way into the bazar he saw a growing crowd of people waiting in front of a stage and decided to investigate.