After the sinking of the Waverunner, Yulin was possibly the only survivor of the crew. He had no idea if anyone else had made it to land, not when the storm picked up and the waves tossed about. He was sure he was dead, but he woke instead with his face to the sky on a sandy beach. He felt mostly intact with only bruises and scrapes to prove his ordeal. Now, he headed for Moranwick City, far from the ocean and any temptations of the pirate life, for a while at least. He knew his body needed to rest for a while and his could just as easily find himself doing something far better than ravaging the port towns and looting the trade ships. It was all fun and games until someone lost their ships and crew and all their gained loot.<br/><br/>There had been barely enough in his pocket to get the horse. And he had to go on his journey in the same clothes he wore in the attack. At least the sea made them look cleaner. The once white shirt was only off white instead of yellow and the black pants were black again instead of gray. He lost his cloak, but managed to sneak off with a new over coat in red with pretty gold details. His dark blond hair was as washed as it would get, tied back with a worn looking ribbon that might've once been blue. He rubbed his barely bearded chin, realizing at some point he'd need to shave that away.<br/><br/>For now the road was quiet, coming up from the south path to the city. He went at a leisurely pace, with the city coming into sight as night fell. If he hurried he could make it that night, but be exhausted when morning came with the lack of sleep. If he stopped, he was without food for the night and his stomach had rumbled through most of the right through the day. He'd prefer not to collapse in the saddle as he reached the city gate though and dismounted not far from the city. The horse, who he now lovingly called "Goldie", wouldn't stray far as he sat between the roots of a tree near the trail to sleep for now.