A man finds himself laying in a bed of flowers, the smell of spring in the morning air floods his nostrils, the dew making his robes slightly damp to the touch and the sun shining brightly in his face. He sits up and rubs his eyes while trying to make sense of the situation. What was he doing last night? Where is he at now and how did he end up here ? That's right he remembers now, as the morning grogginess leaves him; he was up late last night preparing for the upcoming church fundraiser so they could fix the leaking ceiling above the altar; this lead him to take a walk on the trail out back to simply to take a break and organize his thoughts much to the Sister Laura's relief. Coming to the conclusion he must have fallen asleep out behind the church and the Sister must be running around looking for him, he collects himself and starts on his way back to the church.

"I've been walking for quite a bit I should be back by now, I couldn't have wandered off that far" he thought to himself as he walked through the large meadow. "Ohh I know I'll use the phone and call the front office. One of the volunteers should be there by now" as he reached into his pocket the only things he found were his bible and rosary. He let out a slight groan when he remembered that he left it on his desk in case anyone needed him. "Hmm I guess I'll head west until I find the road and hopefully I can meet a kind soul to give directions to the city " He said out loud to an audience of insects and birds as he started his way west"

It had been hours since he found himself lost in this unfamiliar place following a dirt road which he had stumbled upon. Until he came across a caravan of traders which he thought was odd but said nothing of it.

" Ahh hello my brothers and sisters, I was perhaps hoping if you could give me a ride or at the very least directions to the nearest city."

The caravan leader tilted his head slightly, he was confused. This stranger approached his group and while he didn't appear to be armed his clothes and the manner in which he spoke was foreign to him. Stroking his beard for a good couple of seconds he replied to the man.

" And who might you be? A man dressed strangely asking for a ride? And doesn't even have the courtesy to introduce himself. For all we know you could be a bandit waiting to slit our throats at night and make off with all of our profits!"

Clearly taken back by such harsh words the man stammered out his sentence " I a-a-am NO bandit ! I am a man of God I'll have you know. And I am truly sorry for not introducing myself first. My name is Guillaume Dupont or just William."

The caravan leader roared. "You hear this guy, He dresses funny, talks funny, has a funny name, and then says he is a man of god; my friends aren't we all."

Confused, he asked " What's so funny?" Not understanding the humor about anything the man said about him.

" You my friend is what's so funny, but sure you seem like an alright character, a bit over the top for whatever god you serve. I'll let you ride with us to the next city, which happens to be the center of the world, Orario. Don't want my new friend to be stranded in a village in the middle of nowhere. Climb up here next to me. I want our conversation to continue."

And with that William found himself sitting next to an acquaintance having a conversation when it struck him he had forgotten to ask something.

"Ahh excuse me but what should I call you? I don't believe you ever game me your name." he asked hesitantly

"Ohh how rude of me my name is Bastion" The merchant replied. "I guess I just forgot to introduce myself during our meeting. I am truly sorry."

"Don't sweat it, after all I didn't introduce myself either. But I was wondering, is this city Orario? I believed you called it the center of the world? I've never heard of it before. Where exactly are we?

Bastion had a look of shock on his face. So he took a moment to gather his thoughts and today's events, William saying he is a man of God but didn't specify, his accent which can only be described as thick? of an unknown region, the way he dressed even down to his shoes. Then it hit him.

" You aren't from around here are you and where are you from " he said in more of an accusation than a question.