Roan roamed for some time between the ever-moving mass of people, all the while on the lookout for any potential source of information about his elusive quarry. Soon this proved to be a fruitless enterprise and with a sigh he stopped near one of the many make shift poles adorning the festival to think of a better plan. Whilst grumbling about the situation he kept hearing random tidbits of information from the unconcerned passers-by. Ranging from inane comments like those about the weather to the slightly interesting, but useless to him, like those of enjoyment of the festival in honor of Desna.

“So that’s what this entire celebration is all about. Desna? Huh.” He said to himself in a hushed tone.”Ever since getting in this blasted city all I have been is unlucky.” [i]Could this misfortune be a result of a bored deity divine will? Or is this because I hadn’t yet given my thanks for the ‘safe’ travel I had?”[/i] Roan thought bitterly, concluding the failure of his usual method of gathering information could only be caused by some external interference .As to him it was clear the gods mostly goad the mortals for their own selfish reasons, only aiding them when it advanced their own desires while pretending to care. Still this seemed too much for a simple ’offering’ he had postponed until he had finished his business on the city.

He then retrieved a single coin from his belongings and threw it upwards, while keeping his weapons at hand’s reach in case any pickpocket felt too courageous. Whilst staring at the coin he murmured “All of this for a single coin?” before throwing it upwards. The coin spun five times, seemingly ready to hit the ground, before he caught it. Glaring at the sky he attempted a last bargain.”If this was that important then it would already be yours if I had found anything about that damn Sandpoint Devil.” As he began to walk he moved his right hand towards his own face, before getting back on track. [i] Am I that desperate, I’m speaking aloud to myself? [/i]

A few steps later he had the impression someone had spoken the name he sought and with renewed determination Roan darted in the probable direction it came from. Struggling to keep a steady pace, he waded through the gathered crowd until he bumped into a passerby as he was passing the corner of Raven Street. “Get out of the way.” He said before going back on his way, having apparently struck some blond woman. Though he couldn’t exactly say if this was right nor did he cared to, as his attention was focused on more important matters.