"Read? No way. I just wandered around and memorized the layout of the city is all." Screw those directions, a five year old could gove better instructions.

He was unaware of how much he was being sized up, nor did he really care. He had done, is doing the same thing, to every Lost Soul he meets. Right now was no different.

"Sure, I can take you there. Its in the red light district." He says rising to his feet. "I'm called Bishop. You?"