The streets in the morning were beginning to bustle with activity.,A beautifully dressed doll, a small clock that seemed to have stopped moving, and an art piece resembling a grizzly bear's paw, a tattered but peculiarly appealing fisherman's hat.,Before Rhok's eyes, an ancient parchment unfurled slowly. He couldn't make out the script on it, but he saw his name begin to appear, point by point.。