Garrick stumbled slowly forward, knowing that any second he wasn't using to push forward into the unknown would be another second he'd have to spend with his mind alone. The years he had spent alone without any friendship or camaraderie had affected him deeply, and without anything to distract him he had begun to hate any time he spent without action. He felt as if the man he once was had long gone, and what remained was nothing but a black mark on the beauty that surrounded him. Garrick noticed a silhouette in the distance, but figured it was just another caravan looking for a good laugh.