"Arebon huh? I guess that's where I'm headed to next."<br/><br/>Donchen had heard of this remote mountain from some gossiping adventures a while back. It would be a good place to unload the loot he had been collecting for two nights now, by passing himself as another trader that stops by there.  After getting into his normal street-walking clothes, he had no trouble with that. Besides, it was also getting late, and he wasn't going to set up a raiding target in the middle of the Dust Lands.<br/><br/>With his decision in mind, he smacks the reins of his horse, commanding it to pull his cart up the mountain road. He probably would have turned back from the freezing temperatures, and chilling winds if he wasn't easily warmed up by the amount of fur he has, under a thick coat that he stole from a bandit camp. Still, it would be best that he got to town as soon as possible for a nice cozy place to sleep in.<br/><br/>By the time Donchen did arrive at the muddy outskirts of Arebon, he began to have second thoughts of being able to stay around for long. The village itself is lined up with abandoned, rickety looking buildings, and he believes he would have a more comfortable sleep within his hole in the ground back where he was born. Still, it might be a place to loot from if it comes to that.<br/><br/>Of course, those plans were forgotten as his cart was drawn closer to the town. Suddenly, the whole place lit up as a mob was gathering at the old tavern, all in confusion about who or what was inside it. Smacking the reins of his horse again, Donchen picked up the pace that his cart went towards Arebon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>