The city of Orario was bustling, as it nearly always was, with adventurers and citizens both, striding up and down the city, preparing for a new day and the next adventure, even if the adventures of the citizenry were rather tame as compared to those of the professionals, so to speak. Yet even so, Orario remained the city of adventure and legends, and not even a mundane life could snuff out a certain spark within the citizens.

Although, it was certainly arguable how mundane a life one could even have, when you lived in Orario, passing myths in the making as you bought your groceries.

Still, it was as close to a normal day within the city as one could find, especially on one street in particular. It was a rather heavily trafficked street, with men, women and children all running, walking or even on some occasions dancing down the street. There were many shops to catch the eye, and even a pup and-or restaurant serving breakfast to hurried folks of all sorts, their green uniforms easily catching the eyes of many who passed, and their reputation doing the rest, when it came to drawing people in.

At least, that was the case, until something rather unexpected happened.

An exceptionally tall and exceptionally soaked young man nearly stumbled out of an alleyway, wearing nothing but drenched knee length brown and haggard pants, and little else. His hair was long and unkempt, wet as well, his beard equally scruffy and soaked. His body was a lean, muscled, nearly statuesque thing of tight muscles and scars big and small on a frame taller than most would ever meet, standing equal, most thought, to Ottar himself in height if not in bulk, all of which was only highlighted by the trails of water running down his muscled body.

Yet all of this was only the background to the two focal points of the attention he drew. Firstly was the brand upon his brow, stretching the entirety of his forehead in strange glyphs unlike anything anyone had seen before.

But secondly, and most important of all, was his eyes. Dark and wild atop his sharp featured face, they stared out at the street - at the non-humans and animals especially - in wide eyed wonder, confusion, bafflement, and even something nearing panic.

Yet for all the attention he drew, it was quickly over, as the man stumbled back into the alley he came from, with most shrugging his appearance off as simply another strange homeless man, of no real importance.

Well, all except for one young woman who worked within the aforementioned pub, her bluish gray hair shining in the sun, as she stared at where the man had been long after he disappeared, fists clenching and unclenching, as though she was struggling to not chase after him.

But soon enough, a woman in a identical but blue outfit walked up behind her, and swiftly got her back to work.

And before most knew it, the incident was already forgotten by nearly all, with only a select few remembering it at all.

Which was how Kaladin Stormblessed, recently resolved to dive into the honor chasm, only to swear to try one last time, came to the Dungeon city of Orario.