Making sure to keep his belongings close to himself, Sora found himself deep within the ruins of Old Suna in a place that his mother probably wouldn't have purposefully wanted him to be at. While he tried his best to be a good and honest son, there were just some times when he needed to do something exciting enough to get his blood pumping and hopefully not get himself killed in the process. That was at least the idea behind his current adventure. Whereas many of his peers found themselves always physically training their bodies for the various exams and test that came towards all warriors, Sora found himself more wanting to explore the matters of the mind and his own mental fortitude and thus he found himself a lot further from home than he normally found himself to be.
Dressed in unassuming garb, the long black cloak sported a hood that could easily hide his ever watching eyes as they darted too and fro before him. For a fish out of water such as himself, it was always a little too dangerous to be clearly identified as a tourist and not a resident even when traveling within the only country that he had ever known. Some places, such as the Black Bazaar always proved themselves to be hostile towards those who were of faint of heart and Sora wasn't trying to become such an easy victim despite the ever looming idea in his mind that he wouldn't find the particular shop that he was looking for. A bit of a rumor, the supposed, White Barn, was a mysterious shop among many that could only be found in the Black Bazaar. Said to stand out from among those around it, it was also rumored that one didn't find the building but that the building found those that it deemed worthy of entering it. Up for an adventure and certainly up for a mystery, Sora walked on as he dodged shady looking shopkeepers and pickpockets alike.