Chapter 2: Travelling Alone
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	People hustled about the town of Jidoor getting things done.  Qure
stretched and eyed the local shop and pub.  He shifted his sack of money
so it hung from his belt in front of him where he could... keep... it
better.  He gently patted his chocobo and the beast wandered off.  He
decided he wanted to rest before he shopped.
	The inside of the pub was full of people.  Travelers, drifters,
wanderers - adventurers mostly; local people made up the rest.  All of them
were bragging about past voyages and distant lands.  "I rememba back when
Kefka was a boy I tat him everythun..." droned a nearby drunk man to three
wide-eyed new adventurers, fascination gleaming in their eyes.  *The
biggest fish is always at the nearest pub,* thought Qure as he made his way
to the bar.
	The bartender walked toward Qure, drying the inside of a mug with a
rather dirty towel as Qure sat down.  Qure motioned t othe bartender, and a
mug of dark greasy brew was placed before him.  "New in town, eh?" said the
bartender,
	*The main difference between a bartender and a counselor is that
bartenders accept tips,* reflected Qure.  "Yes, stopped in for supplies,"
he said said, waiting expectantly to be bombarded by the local chatter.
	"Ye're travelin' alone, I see.  Isn't safe these days, always some
crackpot after yer money." said the bartender, beginning the traditional
speech bartenders always give right before they begin liquoring you up for
tips.
	"Yes I am..." began Qure.
	But he was interrupted by a drunken drifter sitting next to him.
"Ye lookin' for travelin' mates, is ye?  I bet I saw a boy wanderin' in
Zozo while back, Be tellin' ye about him if I could rememba," the drifter
said, his breath stinking badly enough to give Qure a headache.  Before
Qure could reply, the drifter passed out and was carried away by his
companions.
	"Ye're freaks, the lot of ya!" shouted the bartender as the drifter
was dragged out the door.
	"Be a lot of people like that these days.  Yessir, I be tellin' ye
it ain't safe to do yer travelin' alone these days," the bartender said, as
Qure got up, leaving behind a single coin on the counter.
	Qure stood for a moment reflecting what the bartender had said
about traveling alone.  He also thought of the boy the drifter had talked
about. He walked towards the shop.  No, this world of healing was
definitely not a safe place to travel alone.
	Out of the corner of his eye Qure noticed a boy dressed in orange
holding a rusty sword.  Qure wondered if this was the boy the drifter had
spoken about.  The boy noticed his stare and walked towards him.  Qure
removed a dagger from his belt.  The silver dagger gleamed in the sunlight;
a small ruby was placed at the base of the handle.  Some strange script was
written along the blade in a foreign language Qure did not know.
	As the boy got closer, Qure said, "Dangerous to travel alone, kid.
M'names Qure.  What's yours?"