Alfonz Ramses kept his goggled gaze focused on the palace as he walked toward it with a determined pace. He flipped his straight, flowing, blond hair out of his face and straightened his long, tan duster as it swayed lazily with his gait. If he were any less aware, he would have missed the presented opportunity when he bumped into a passerby, but, by reflex, his hand darted out, snatched the man's coin purse and quickly pocketed it.
"Pardon me," the man said.
"Excuse me," Ramses replied. So polite, the people of this plain. Back on his home plain, he would either have to run to the alleys or fight after pulling that sort of move. He smiled to himself and, after gaining some distance on his victim, pulled out the purse to count his earnings. There were fifty coins in all. What did the people of this plain call their currency again? Paise? That sounded correct. He pocketed his ill gotten gains once again and set his eyes forward. Stopping abruptly, he realized that he was about to run into the great fountain that sat outside the palace's front gaits. He moved around the fountain and sat on the edge, admiring the way the midday sun glinted off the polished stone of the giant edifice. He peered through the mirrored lenses of his goggles, searching for other possible entries. He did not know the rules of this place. He was not aware of where he was and was not supposed to be. He figured that his best course of action would be to sneak in. He knew that some of his answers were in there... And, by the gods, he would have them...
