Ash felt a lot better now that a couple of days had passed since he was forced to do a pattern scourge to replenish his energy. He really must try and locate a Sanctum of his own soon, after things have settled. Besides, he had bigger things to worry about.
Like who the fuck he was.
Which is what brought the young Moros to within spitting distance of the Wells Fargo Centre. The burnt receipt was for a sporting goods shop somewhere nearby and Ash was determined to find out some information about why he was in Sacramento so many months previous.
Someone had to know something, right?
And so, Ash wanders down Capital Mall, looking from store front to store front, for the possibility of some answers.