Ray scours the ruins of a destroyed house. He's got no job, no friends, no family, only his instincts to rely on. He doesn't mind really, Ray has done this his whole life. He finds useful things and barters with the merchants for food, money, ammo, whatever he needs. Ray certainly knows the dangers of living out here, the scars on his body certainly prove it. He walks into the city of Childrard with a small bag filled with junk. "I wonder if they employ scavengers like me." He thinks out loud.<br/><br/>After trading, he walks around the city. "I never really explored this place. Maybe it's time I should."