His excursion to earth was succeeding. The black circles glow led him to a marketplace. There was something here, someone he could love. There he saw it, faintly, a man seemingly moving faster than time itself. He would only see him shift slightly, before someone would cry out about missing money, it was evident it was this man. Ogron was sure of it. His idea was a simple one, curse his pockets. He approached the younger man.
"Good day, sir." The man nodded to him, "would you happen to know of any other markets, I don't feel that I'm going to find what I'm looking for here,"
"Well what exactly are you looking for?"
"Purple dye and glass."
The man stared, his eyes widened a bit. Those were not cheap products in the least, at least not in this time period.
"You won't find anything like that anywhere near here, best to travel little farther north towards the fairies, you'll have better luck,"
Ogron gave a gracious smile, he walked a few feet before the man became a rabbit at his side. Ogron scruffed him.
"I knew there was something about you, you're a fast little rabbit, come now— we've much to discuss."