[For Abandoneddolly]<br/><br/>Arnst's ship had broken down after his last departure, landing for an extended time in an open clearing.  The whole structure had seared the ground in an unusual pattern, but he was used to the peculiarities of the finicky device.  Unfortunately the cooler temperatures did not suit his tastes and he was not dressed for it.<br/><br/>With his magical airboat stuck on the ground he'd spent several hours fretting over it before deciding he needed some additional objects of power to get it aloft once more.  The demon that sat in the ship's belly was too hungry to keep it going much longer.  He was stuck trudging dust until he found something which meant he would have to deal with the locals.  So far he hadn't met many locals who were excited to see him even when he was openly helpful but that had not yet damped down his spirits.<br/><br/>He secured his loose belongings in a chest on his ship with a magical lock but took with him a small bag of gems that they had generously offered him the last time he had offered his helpful services.  They had kindly thrust the bag into his hands and then suggested he leave for farther shores.<br/><br/>He had spied a road while in flight and once on foot took to walking it thinking that there might be a settlement somewhere along there, or at least someplace where he could purchase some items of a magical nature, or even better, the services of a specialist.  Any of his own people might have sufficed.<br/><br/>By the time he had stumbled onto Elizabeth's caravan he realized he'd erred in thinking he could make it quite so far on foot.  He was not used to walking such long distances and while he'd had rations to nibble on from his ship, he was tired of that particular food.  In fact, about now he could stand to eat a large roast chicken all on his own.<br/><br/>He must have looked quite outlandish in his attire from the sky cities of his people though he'd modified it a bit to be more like that of the peoples he had been meeting in his travels.  That did not mean he'd done a good job of aping them.  He wore deep crimson robes, cut and resewn to be more like a long pants suit.  Over it he wore a violet dress jacket with a high collar.<br/><br/>His hair was a bit wild looking, though mostly because it was very straight and tended to stick straight out unless he put oils in it.<br/><br/>"Good day!"  He called to the head of the caravan.  "Good day to you all!  Would you know the way to the next city?  I'm looking to make some purchases."