Ryan walked through the main street of the village. Everywhere he went, the people stepped aside from him, or crossed the street to get away from him. Not because they were scared of him, no, it was because they feared that the stench of his old and not very often washed body would spread to them. Only the town children would come closer, trying to tackle him, or trow rocks from a little distance. He wasn't exactly the most popular person in town. He was just another beggar, trying to get food and a place to stay for the often cold nights. He was now heading for the only place where he at least for a short tome, could be at peace: lady Kayato's shop. As he approaches from he backside of the shop (he didn't want anyone to know the Lady helped him sometimes, it would be bad for her reputation), he hears the sound of a small fight somewhere close. "Let's not go that way..." Ryan thinks to himself as he quickly walks on the opposite way from which the sound of a the small struggle are coming. He now must enter the shop through the main entrance, although he is able to sneak in unnoticed by the townspeople. As he enters the shop, he gives a quick nod to the barkeeper and sits down in his shadowy corner. "I'll wait here till the lady turns up... She might still have some bread left from yesterday..." He thinks, smiling to himself. He doesn't take great notice of the lad yelling 'thank-yous' to the lady, however, he hopes the lady still has sone food left after feeding this hungry young man