Ziad found himself roaming the streets of Nirvana once again, as he had when he first ran into Perna. Their last encounter still left thoughts that propagated confusion stew into his psyche. Every so often, he’d glance about in hopes that nobody would consider the staff he was given was something worth stealing. Even though he lied about who had bestowed it upon him back at school, he was wary that others might be suspicious or that word from the guards might have spread to the rest of the city and that some might want to take this gift from him.
He had bread again, slowly bringing it up to his mouth to take bites out of the loaf to help fuel his thoughts. The only thing that frustrated him was that he couldn’t come up with satisfactory answers for anything. He still had no idea why Perna saw fit to sneak up on him and scare him like that, why of all people Queen Samara would be the one to show up, what he expected to get out of winning in that spar, or why he gave Perna his food anyway.
He was thoroughly lost mentally, although he walked in the same route he normally does in his free time to think and get some proper exercise between class and getting rest in his room. Upon entering a plaza, he’d take time to sit outside of an empty alley with his staff resting on his lap as he continued to think and focus, silently eating his grains and sipping from his waterskin.