Cold sweat slid down the man's face as he jumped out of his bed and away from his nightmare accompanied by a fearful scream. Slowly he pushed away from the soft silk blankets that he had draped over himself before he rested for today having kept himself awake as long as he could. Gradually one by one his legs left the bed and made their way onto the hard polished walnut floor, the cold ground drained warmth from his feet. Casually he made his way to his open suitcase that contained his regular attire along with some more formal clothing, steadily he undressed from his nightwear placing the shirt and pants of it onto the bed for his return. Unzipping the suitcase he pulled out the clothes for today and had a brief shower before donning them, showers had never been the man's favourite past time only deeming them as a daily necessity.
Once fully dressed he finally donned his headband that he wore practically everywhere and made his way out of the room, moving ever closer to the door, voices could be heard with each passing moment them becoming louder, opening the door revealed that the owners of the voices were the owner of the building that the man was staying in as well as the owner's daughter. Their argument, Him, according to the owner, his daughter had been eying him up for marriage though much to her dismay the man quickly dismissed the idea, lying instead to prevent tensions behind him and the owner.
Managing to avoid any incidences between the owner and himself, he left the building altogether. The wind had picked up in the past couple of days with it blowing his golden hair every which way occasionally in his face though for the most part to the sides. The man's companion, Sparky could be seen resting on the ground, however, was alerted by the presence of his owner and quickly got up allowing him to also grab his staff that he was holding onto for him.
Wielding the ridiculous staff he set off into the market place where he hoped to find some breakfast, his hopes for food, however, were interrupted however when the calls of help were shouted out. Sighing he rushed to the person's aid, he noticed that several others had made it to him as well. Wanting to know the situation, he would speak to the person along with all the other. "Sir, I'm here to help, I'm going to have to ask you a few questions, what happened?, Did you see the person responsible?, Any information you can give me would be extremely useful to help alleviate what's just happened?"
Having spoken to the man, he moved onto the others eying off one by other questioning them more importantly about the person who had caused the man such grief providing a few questions that had little in the way of answers. "Yes, can you provide any information about what's just happened for me? What did the person responsible look like for instance?" that was until he stopped on one particular individual dressed fashionably, yet still suitable for the weather. "So miss Can you tell me about what happened here? And after all this is over how about we get some breakfast."