The next morning...
Achill, who had been sleeping in at the Inn, was woken by the lively clamor outside. He glanced at the antique clock in his room and saw that it was almost ten.
He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the commotion outside before suddenly remembering that today seemed to be the day the Grand Magic Academy was putting up his memorial—cough, cough, scratch that—his statue!
Once he remembered that, Achill stopped lazing around in bed. He quickly got up, washed, and went downstairs and out of the Inn.
The normally spacious street was now packed with people. Beaming with joy, they streamed toward the center of the city in a great throng. The sight left Achill a little dumbfounded.
"No wonder I kept getting this strange sense of déjà vu and familiarity when I came into town yesterday." Taking his eyes off the crowds flooding down the street, he let his gaze wander over the buildings on either side. He rubbed his head and smiled wryly. "I ended up back in my hometown without even realizing it. What can you do..."
By the time he had entered the city yesterday, night had already fallen. Since he had paid no attention to the name posted at the city gate, he naturally hadn't known that he had wandered into his childhood hometown—Ogdins City. Luckily, he had happened to learn that from the waitress while drinking at the bar last night. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have realized until he went out this morning.
Shaking his head, Achill put those jumbled thoughts out of his mind and strolled over to a breakfast stall beside the street, not far from the Inn. He picked a seat at random and sat down.
"Boss, give me a bowl of fish soup! Hmm, and