The grizzled Law keeper had turned out to be quite kind, contrary to his first impression. After escaping the ring of spectators, Mougin had been stopped by him. They traded questions and answers then, bartered them like peddlers, and the minotaur was sure that his partner had conceded to him the better deal. The results of the deal were laid out before him - a 'hostel' room of his very own. Shelter. The carpet felt somewhat thin underneath his hooves and the bed was entirely too small for his hulking frame, but the room was clean. What else could a vagabond like him ask for?

Mougin sat in the middle of the room, legs crossed in a contemplative pose. The sun had set in Tempum city, though that didn't seem to mean much to the outside revellers. He had heard that this was a city that never slept, and he hoped that wasn't true. Mougin was quite tired and wished to have a peaceful rest. Unfortunately, it seemed that the celebration would continue for some time. So, in lieau of restless lounging, the minotaur began reflecting on the day's events. He had learned many harsh lessons today, and was left with many unsanswered questions.

The minotaur sighed and laid flat on the ground. In times like these he wondered how his teacher was doing. They had travelled apart, and Mougin was fine with that. His teacher had their sights set on finding the Blue Crystal, an ancient artifact which held strange powers. He wasn't interested in such a thing, and was more interested in human observation, thus they had split up. He wished now that he had their experience to guide his thoughts. But he knew that would have been the wrong choice. He needed to experience these things for himself. He needed to see how these humans lived their lives, so that he could figure out how to live his own life. And so, he applied one of his teacher's finest words of wisdom: leave unanswerable questions unanswered. Mougin's mind turned from the past to the future.

He would have to fix his bag tomorrow. He could make a temporary measure with the sack he had been given, that would do for some time. He was rather low on resources. By his reckoning, his gold would only be worth a few more meals. That meant he needed one thing - employment. To participate in a society he had little knowledge of previously was a daunting task, but an exciting prospect. For all the dangers this city had already thrown at him, he was still charmed by the bustle of the city. He had seen some of the ugliness behind the pretty lights, but the firworks in his mind were dazzling nonetheless. Letting the thoughts swirl around chaotically in his head, the minotaur drifted into sleep.