The city was not as large as he had imagined, but there was more activity than he expected. People were rushing through the streets at a pace he normally reserved for a fire. And it seemed that each person bore the mark of a different clan. The shops on the first street he walked down each had a different totem hanging over them, and he didn’t recognize a single one. As he wandered, his eyes never ceased moving. He quickly got separated from his clanmates. After admiring a statue for several minutes, he looked up and realized he was alone.