Nerosha sat on the edge of the bed in the small inn he'd been staying. He couldn't take much more of this. He rubbed his hands along his forearms. His eyes darting around muttering to himself.<span style="color: #00FF80">"Plain weave. Simple crosshatching patterns. THe warp and weft are aligned to for a cross. Increasing strength while keeping flexibility intact..."</span>his muttering trailed off into incoherent rambles for a few minutes. Nerosha was rocking back and forth as he spoke. His eyes darting around seeking to find the source of his newest anxiety. Seeking to find the shadow that would do him in.<span style="color: #00FF80">"must be vigilant. Constant vigilance will keep me alive. Alive is good. Good is pleasant..."</span>Nerosha's words trailed off as David spoke softly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"Nerosha lad, you need to rest, we are going to go find another place where we might find transportation off here. We'll get back home,"</span>David said in a quiet assertive reassuring voice as he rolled over and sat up in the bed. Nerosha focused his darting gaze on David for a moment. Nodded and said nothing more. His eyes began to roam the room again as though looking for another threat. David watched him for a moment and then sighed.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"You are not going to sleep are you?"</span>David said softly as he got up and began to dress. Nerosha shook his head remaining silent. He sat on the bed and began to hum softly to himself. An old lullaby his mother used to sing to him.<br/><br/>David finished dressing and then rose turning to face Nerosha. Nerosha started and let out a faint scream backing up at the sudden motion. His eyes going wide and for a few moments he sat huddled against the wall staring at David in startled fear and surprise. Nerosha's heart thundered in his chest as it so often did. He pressed his hand over his heart and stuttered,<span style="color: #00FF80">"do-don-don't like that,"</span>Nerosha mumbled his gaze darting around the room again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">"Come on little master, lets get ready and head out then,"</span>David said beginning to gather up the pack he'd managed to salvage from their wrecked craft. Nerosha nodded and started to dress in his normal white clothing. His white boots and his 5 weapons. He sat back down on the bed once dressed taking out his comb he began to comb out his white-blond hair 55 times. Counting every stroke. David marly stood and waited. Once done Nerosha rose and headed down the stairs counting each step as he went.<span style="color: #00FF80">"1. 2. 3..."</span>on and on it went. David used to this marly followed after Nerosha.<br/><br/>Nerosha froze as soon as he opened the door and noticed the crowds. David lightly pushed Nerosha out into the street.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Can't stay in doorways Nerosha,"</span>David said with a light smile. Nerosha stood. The noise was overwhelming. The thumping of boots on stone. The scraping of metal on metal. Metal on stone. The squeaking of gears. The grinding of stone on stone. Everything was overwhelming. He had no idea where to look. Where to focus. How to protect himself. He had to protect himself. Had to protect. Had to. She smells were like nothing he was used to. The thick rich scents of every food he could think of. The scents of unwashed flesh, of oil and raw sewage. It was revolting. The stench of humanity, of aliens, of other creatures. Of everything under the sun. Again disorienting. Again without any way to block it all out. The sights were brilliantly blinding. The colors. The blinding flash of metal. The occasional flash of weapons on an individual. Some flashing of flesh. Too many beings. To much to take in all at once. Every shadow flowing with the flow and ebb of the traffic. Nerosha found himself flinching back against the stone of the building. He wanted to run and hide. Wanted to find a place with less chances of exposure. David lightly place his hand on Nerosha's shoulder.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Come Nerosha, it's three blocks, then we'll go into a bar, were bound to find a pilot with a ship in there."</span><br/><br/>Nerosha nodded shaking like a leaf. David started to guide Nerosha down the street and he walked heading as fast as his feet could take him. Nerosha tried to focus on everything at once and found it a very tiring concept. He would flinch away any time anyone drew near. Every shift in light had him reaching for his blaster or a dagger. His sword was strapped across his back, but he didn't draw it. He scanned every street and alley. Until finally they reached a dingy bar. Which had Nerosha curling his lips at the sight. It was filthy and dirty. He flinched as David opened the door and the loud noises of the population of the bar reached him. Too many people. To much noise. He flinched away, but David had a tight hold on his arm and he couldn't retreat.<br/><br/>David almost dragged Nerosha into the bar with him as he entered. Eventually though Nerosha drew close to Davids side just to avoid touching anyone flinching away at all loud noises. They made their way to the bar and Nerosha spoke in a low tone to the barman who seemed happy to see another human.<span style="color: #00FF80">"A... I... um..."</span>he stammered as he scanned the menu and finally settled on.<span style="color: #00FF80">"Whiskey please,"</span>he said in an unsteady voice barely audible. He started to look around again as he waited unable to stay focused on the barman when so many threats came into one location.<span style="color: #00FF80">"Eldars... or Dark Eldar.... Orks... definitely Orks... and... and... Tau... And... and... human. Oh Space marines... or are they Chaos... Aliens I don't know... More of those then I'd like. Much much more. Species of unknown threat. Unknown powers..."</span>he said to himself as he stood there. Every word spoken softly that most likely no one really heard. The bartender placed the drink on the table. David ordered a shot himself and then set coins on the table taking his own glass. Nerosha shivered as he drank. He didn't like being in this place. He looked around and found the safest corner. Retreating to it he leaned against the wall. So his back wouldn't be unprotected as his gaze darted around the bar trying to calm himself enough to go talk to someone and find a way off this rock and home.