After many hours of walking mindlessly through the streets of Nepal, Stephen walked down an alley. Two men appeared in front of him, as one more followed closely behind. Stephen glanced over his shoulder before stopping, getting surrounded by the crooks.

"Guys, I... I don't have any money."

"Your watch," one man responded.

"No, please," Stephen pleaded, "it's all I have left."

"Your watch."

All of them moved in closer. Stephen sighed before bowing his head.

"Alright..."

Suddenly, Stephen threw a surprising punch to the man's face before clutching his wounded hand and letting a cry of pain out. The three threw him down, kicking him repeatedly. The man grabbed his wrist, slipping off the watch. Turning to walk away, the man was taken back by a hand grabbing him in the face and throwing him hard down to the ground. A cloaked figure, Mordo, began fighting off the men. Once it was safe, Stephen hesitantly looked up. Mordo laid his palm flat, displaying the broken watch.

"Thank you, sir," Stephen whispered.

Mordo reached up to remove his hood. "You're looking for Kamar-Taj."

Stephen slowly nodded. Mordo began to slowly walk away with Stephen trailing after him. He walked among the busy streets, leading Stephen to an ordinary looking door.

"Really? Are you sure we're at the right place? That one looks more Kamary-Tajey," Stephen retorted.

"I once stood in your place," Mordo said. "And I, too, was disrespectful. So, might I offer you some advice?"

Stephen nodded.

"Forget everything you think you know."