Leaning on a lone crag that provided little shade, a figure covered in dust and dirt drew the last few drops of water he had in his bottle. With that he only had enough to last him a single day, or too if rationed properly. He knew he would need to find a source to draw water again. As soon as the sun passed over his head eliminating the last of the shade he knew standing still in it would create burns, and therefore began marching his way not knowing where to go.<br/><br/>He grabbed his belongings, his backpack, walking staff, sword and shotgun. Passing through the vast wasteland he felt as if his straw hat was going to burst into flame. Alistair noticed traces and signs of unnatural displacement of things. He made sure no one was nearby, thinking there could be bandits or it could be an ambush. He rushed hurriedly in the direction of the tracks and beheld in the distance something rather odd. It was a lone structure that seemed undisturbed and has seen recent activity. Checking his surroundings again he wondered how he should proceed.<br/><br/>Alistair found a place not to far from the Inn and hid several of his belongings including his emptied gun. He did not know what kind of reaction these things would bring upon those inside, if there were someone in there. He approached the Inn and knocked the door before entering.<span style="font-weight: bold">" Hello...My name is Col...err Alistair Raballo. I've traveled from the North for several days."</span>he said waiting for a response.