He had been there for three days thus far and had been staying at the back of the outpost of the trading company within Crocus. They had offered him a room inside, at one of their homes and even within a hotel each evening and each evening he respectfully declined. The manager of the outpost finally got in touch with the company's headquarters about a strange youth that slept outside like a homeless person. He was met with a chuckle and told that they must have met Ruvel, not to worry he was a strange one as he done the same thing there but he done everything requested for him; that and the owner had took a special interest in him so just to leave him be, he'd eventually return back home. Ruvel heard the conversation and it made him feel like he had pestered them with how he was but it wasn't exactly like he could change a lifetime of how he had lived.
As dawn started to rise he sat up looking over the sky, he only remembered one other time where the morning sky looked as if it was burning and he knew it was a very bad omen. Standing he moved to the mess hall and grabbed a glass of water to drink, it was the same every morning the people who tended the mess hall offering him food saying he had to put some weight on. Each morning he declined their offer and just drank the water before clearing up after himself and heading out. He was unsure what he would find out about to day but the burning sky riddled his mind as to what could go wrong and for who the dark omen was for.