How does a man know what he needs to do with his life? Sometimes Jazat would look around at the people in the villages and towns, look at the people there and be struck by the simple fact that everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing. All of them seemed to have a solid idea as to what they were supposed to do with their lives. The farmers farmed. The smiths smithed. The miners mined. He wished he knew how it was that they knew what they were supposed to do. Sometimes he wondered if they had been born knowing, had grown into it or if they had naturally just found themselves in such a state of being and been happy to continue with it. Some of them, he knew, were where they were today because their family demanded that they be there, in that precise position. Eating an apple while sitting on the edge of a fountain in the middle of the town square, Jazat watched the people go about their business. They were all so sure, so certain of themselves... and here he was, rudderless and without a heading. He was a talented man in his profession but his profession didn't have any end goals and he was beginning to think he needed one. But for now? Apples were sweet and the sun was hot.