Nine days have slipped by since Inan had entered the slums of Orario City. During that time the number of his so-called affairs or maybe it would be better if they were called confused ones? Nay – the number of sheep that the young prophet had witnessed passing through the bustling streets were quite surprising. None of their pale faces seemed to have any influence however, and yet it seemed something has kept them moving. Clawing, perhaps? Clawing through the darkness that covered every inch of their souls. Dear oh dear, if they only knew that the world of suffering was born from such half-baked determination. For a little over an hour, all Inan simply did was wander and watched. From little tykes’ scramble to an old man in search of Hican nuts and sweet cream with the shaggy older man across from them huddle together with whispers bouncing back and forth in their circle. Further down the street lied a grey-haired woman in ragged clothes, huddled over in pain. A blustering wind had come down from the North. With it walked Inan with his steady approach toward the elderly woman. “Are you alright?” Inan asked before he knelled to the woman’s aid. “I hurt my arm….” 'The poor dear' was the first sarcastic thought that crossed his mind. The young prophet helped the only woman up and helped her over into an alleyway that served to be removed from much of the view of society. The wind was starting to pick up speed and it was sign that the streets needed to cleared. At the end of the alleyway, Inan sat the lady down on the cement only a few feet away from silver trash cans that have been kicked over and the foul smell of rotten garbage permeated the air. “Why did you bring me here…?” The woman asked in which Inan smiled and replied. “Why it was to bring you out of the path of such terrible winds.” Inan spotted trembling from the old woman and without a second thought, he removed the top coat of his robe and placed over her. “Is there anywhere else you’d like to be?” Inan asked and the woman tightly clenched the coat and looked down. “Thank you.... and No.” she replied shyly. Inan’s smile did not wane.
