Roose and Boose have been looking all around for a foreigner. Someone who would need a map to a place so easy to find. They failed with two strikes against them. 1. They were short. 2. The Annalow Bizarre is 80% foreigners. The two looked at each other, thinking the same thing. This was a hopeless quest for a needle in a stack of needles.
"What then? How do you match a map with it's owner without a clue?"
"The map is the clue. Perhaps we should go to the weapon smith?"
"How would the owner find the smith without the map?"
"Then instead, we should find were the map was placed, dropped, or lost."
The trouble with luck is you can tell when it happens, but not how or why. The universe doesn't speak Ixxar or leave instructions. It makes you to work out your opportunities by your own judgment. Roose and Boose are usually very good at these things, but here they stood at the edge of the street next to a dinner, hands on chins, distracted by a fight breaking out over spilled food, or something. They tried to ignore it.
"What we need is more luck."
"No no no. We don't want to risk the Chaos Whiplash." Roose's term means the more good luck you have, the more likely fate will balance it with one large punch of bad luck.
"I know, but there is no logical way to work out this map's meaning. What we need is non-logic."
"Then quick, without thinking, what's the first thing that comes to your mind?"
On cue, both of their stomachs grumbled and in chorus, the Twins said "Food."
"No no no." Roose said. "That won't get us anywhere."
"Yes, first this problem, then food."
More time thinking.
"I wish that girl would make silence."
"She's probably crying over being caught by the Red Guard."
Roose and Boose watched Anna escort Amythra into the Dinner. As they passed, the Ixxar's tummies growled again.
"No, Boose. Fight it. We have a problem to solve."
"Yes, a hungry problem. I mean delicious conundrum. Baked puzzle. I mean I want to eat it."
"Fight it. We've stood up to Council-Borc Nors. We can fight this."
The rebellion against their stomachs was brave indeed, but reinforments came from the smells of the dinner. They finally sighed and gave in to the oppressive hunger and went inside.