Wanderer kept a blank look on his face as he took a large crate of fruit across the market. He moved around people and carts of goods with experienced ease, before he dropped the box off at the vendor he was working for.

The man smiled warmly, and began babbling about how happy he was for the help. As much as Wanderer wanted to listen-his mind was pried away by something.

On the other side of the market, leaning against a tree, was a familiar anxious Forest Ranger. She stared at him distantly.