<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence gratefully took the bourbon and took a refreshing swig, moving on to the bread he ate it quickly.  Not many people had bread these days.<br/>It was easy enough to cook, the manuscripts remained for it, but not many people had the wits.<br/>He answered he question immediately.<br/>"New City."<br/>It was a blunt answer, but it summed everything up, the hope and the yearning for civilization.<br/>"My name is Terrence Opus.  I've been traveling for New City for many years.  Suffice to say, I've had no luck."<br/>He added lastly, "I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go."</div></blockquote>