Jarrod turned to look at the newcomer: a man with black hair and green eyes. Grinning, he extended a hand out in greeting himself. "Well, if it's going around spreading judgement on everything, I assume it gets hungry every once and a while. Name's Jarrod. Jarrod Smith. And you would be. . .?" Another growl from his stomach stopped him from saying anything further, and he chuckled apologetically. "Er, you don't have any food on you huh? Or maybe some spare change or money? I could go for some money."

The swordsman began to walk again, looking over all the shops a second time to try and see if there was a food shack or something. Instead, there lay a man covered in white and green formal robes standing in the middle of the market yelling his head off. Jarrod widened his eyes in interest. Obviously the man was a priest of some kind, probably from the Western Region. Considering they were in a West market, this made the most sense out of any other deduction.

"It comes! It comes!" The man was waving around what appeared to be a small book, flinging his arms about for the crowd to hear. "It comes! Yggdrasil! The great beast that embodies the will of the Dyteniteity! It appears before us! It knows our sins and has come to judge and make this world anew!"

Jarrod sighed, shaking his head at the man's claims. Yggdrasil was certainly judging, that was true. But was it really a sign from their beloved Dyteniteity? Maybe. With a little more evidence.