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Troy wandered around Brightstone, not really knowing where he wanted to go. He had only been here in New Zealand a few days, and in that time, had managed to bump into an old enemy and get himself beaten up by him, and had ended up with a broken jaw. He wasn't wanting for anything like that to happen again, so Troy was keeping his head down, as he headed over to a nearby bench, when he began to tire. He took a seat on the bench, and watched as the odd person would pass him by.