Wane drove down the beaten dirt path, the gears on his steampowered motorcycle whirring a mile a minute. He had earned it fair and square, if you call losing arm wrestling gamble and then holding a pistol at the face of the victor then forcibly yanking the prize from their cold, unconscious hands.<br/><br/>Wane grinned, feeling the rush of wind against his face. He'd have to stop somewhere to rest soon, especially since it's been awhile since his host Sivart Recklaw had taken control of the body, and that could happen any time now. He didn't trust Sivart with his new ride.<br/><br/>Wane made his way into the Inn "Silence human beings, Wane has arrived, heed my glorious presence." All the people merely stared at him for a few moments before returning to their normal conversations. Wane was satisfied with the momentary response of making a scene and made his way to the bar, sitting on the stool and eyeying the bartender "Hit me up with some mead, I need to give my sexy abs some juice"  he said with a sly smile. The waiter gave him a strange look but relented "Thank ya, my good man, you have served me well. Consider my divine prescence here payment enough. The man merely looked at him "We don't take that sort of payment"<br/><br/>"Very well" he said and dumped a few coins on the table. He then spun on the stool and watched the activity around him.