A string of missions part 4.

Ozai reported to the fragile old woman's home just like the parchment had asked. He was greeted by a smiling old woman who could've been no more than 5 foot tall. She politely invited him in having him take a seat in an old wicker chair. "Well you see young man I have been quite a few places today. Early in the morning I stopped to pick up the village news to go with my coffee and had sat in the cafe for about two hours. Then I took another 3 hours in the market picking up the necessities ya know." she said holding up a handful of peppermints. "Then I stopped off at the ramen shop for some dinner and here we are you talking to me about what happened. Sorry I can't be more helpful dear." As Ozai stood and went to bow to the woman a beam of light reflected from her neck and caught his eye. "Excuse me mam but I think your necklace has just gotten turned around." he said pointing directly at the back of her neck. To the old woman's surprise, the locket must've gotten turned around when she was in the crowd. She rushed over to Ozai and hugged him gratefully before he made his way out the door and home.