Cran approached the gates of the great city of....well...he didn't know. In fact, he didn't know much about the lands he wanders. Being raised on an island, disconnected from most of the world, he knowledge was limited when it came to things such as money, or names of cities. He'd heard of this place from the sailors that found his raft in the ocean. A place, where the gods gathered...his old master spoke of a god. One that was kind, peaceful, and found all life sacred..........
	Cran did not find this god there....Walking into the city, Cran began to explore for a bit, until he saw a 
coliseum. Coliseums...a place, or, at least he thought, that people gathered to fight. And to kill, for money and bragging rights .This, of course, bothered Cran...immensely. As such, he decided he's go crash whatever was going on in the arena.... This, to all those reading, is of course going to end badly. Moving though the streets towards the Coliseum, Cran looked like a man on a mission. 
	Arriving at the Coliseum, Cran entered, looking for the nearest person to speak to. Should he find none, he sorta wanders about.