Scar went to the Third District, Maroon, looking for Hazem. The old man had done two things Scar hadn't forgotten.
He performed some mysterious martial arts technique that kept Scar alive after he fought Adisa, then walked into the Supreme Council and spoke on his behalf, pulling him back from execution. He owed the man more than he could easily say. But Hazem wasn't there.
He walked the streets, asked a few people, and got nothing. No one knew a Hazem. And without knowing what the man looked like, there was only so much he could do. He didn't drag it out.
Hours in the residential area and nothing to show for it. The day was running thin, but Scar wasn't ready to let it bleed out completely. He'd make something good out of what was left.
