Hargeon was a place of hustle and bustle, as always. It had a different sort of activity compared to Ordan's marketplaces, Rhyme thought, even if they were similarly active and fast-paced. Perhaps it was because most business had a definite purpose, had fixed procedures, compared to the haggling and the selling and the buying of Ordan's shops.

He had positioned himself upon one of the bridges of the waterways, entertaining himself with watching people work, managing the small boats and their cargo as they passed by. He had just finished his latest quest to help some people in the docks, and he figured he would dally around and think a little to himself.

Hargeon was a pleasant place, Rhyme thought. It was relatively peaceful and calm, and the currents of wind and water gave it a unique ambience. Furthermore, he was now by the Waterways, which had been his favorite place of this district. There was something that intrigued him about the complex system that the place employed, how they had found to create pathways of water to let small vessels further inland. It was also rather fun to watch how it worked, and to see all manner of things that came in.

Maybe he just liked water, he thought to himself, chuckling. For a moment he looked into the water by the bridge and stared at his mirror image in it.

It had been quite a while since he had come to Eos, he realized. He had settled into a routine, looking for jobs this way and that, meeting friends and acquaintances and learning of various things. His personal quest, to find out his identity... well, he wouldn't say that he had made no progress, but the goal certainly seemed very far off, and not yet in sight. Furthermore... there were things that mucked about in Eos... unpleasant things... that he felt he should do something about, even if he was just an amnesiac barely making ends meet, with mutations that were mostly for keeping himself alive. He wondered if he could even effect change, as he now was... he wondered if these feelings, these impulses, could yet again be a clue, to his past.

He raised his head.

"Should I go home now..." he thought aloud, airily.