It is one of those nights that he feels the restless energy in his soul, calling for him to  find her . And so he goes, traipsing through mud and muck, avoiding the glass of broken out shop windows of storefronts long since abandoned. The few shops still in business seem to hesitantly fight back the dreary evening, diminutive candle flames flickering on countertops and amongst cobwebs. No one dares linger on the streets, and he is still formidable enough by reputation that he’s able to drive those away who dare to spare him more than a cursory glance.