The old lady chuckled even more. "If yeh'll follow me, I'll show yeh's what I be talking about. And nevermind the hustle and bustle, Valgius. Just follow me, and don' get lost, y'hear?" the lady asked. She then turned and walked into the city, moving with a speed that belied her age. Valgius followed, ignoring the stares he got from many of the people. Valgius had to remind himself to keep going multiple times. After all, this place had many things that reinforced the idea that Valgius was definitely not home... wagons that seemed to propel themselves (vehicles), round and square devices that had numbers on them (clocks), metal rods that seemed to shoot small round objects (guns)... too much for him to take in. The old lady led the two to a grimy building in one of the slum areas. Many homeless people were asking for handouts, though Valgius ignored them as well. The lady stepped inside, followed by Valgius, There, he saw the room was dim, and held a wide array of assorted junk, some of which he recognized: old bows, a fine-looking blade that looked awful similar to his Eagle Blade. The lady sat down in a chair at a table, which was topped with an item Valgius would know anywhere: a Crystal Ball. Valgius stared at this lady. Something was weird about her...