Classes had just let out and he was coming back home, where he would be no doubt be drafted into helping his father at the smithy. He just wasn't feeling like helping out though, so he was taking the longer way back home that would take him by some of his haunts. He checked in with some of the kids too see what they were up to anything interesting, but Fumaku was out of luck, which was a great tragedy too him. A sigh of resignation crossed his face as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed back the way he came. He cast aimless gazes around, and did not pay attention too where he was walking. It proved to have a slight inconvenience too him as he bumped into somebody. "Sorry, I wasn't looking at where I was going." He said taking a hand out of his pocket and offering it too the person he had knocked down.