(Figured I might join, so here goes. If this post is not in the correct format or what have ye, then feel free to PM me so I can edit it. ^_^)<br/><br/>It had been days since he last tasted good food, slept in a comfortable bed, even have a glass of fresh water, rather than water from a spring with God-knows what was in it. Such was the fate of a wanderer, with only a pack full of necessities and a walking staff. So, it was no surprise that he immediately began heading towards the smell of freshly-made food, the scent carried to him by the winds of mercy.<br/><br/>He came to a hill and began to cry a bit as he saw the inn before him, lights on in every room, and the smell of the food grew even stronger. With the remaining strength he had left, he darted towards the house, running full speed to the door. He used his staff to knock on the door, once, twice, thrice....then began to try and make himself a bit more presentable.<br/><br/>He wore a dingy wide-brim fedora hat with a long trench coat and faded jeans. Under the coat he wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that was once probably white, but now was more tan from the dirt from his travels. His face was covered in stubble and his hair was rather long. He looked the part of a hermit, or maybe even a homeless man, though he was neither.<br/><br/>He waited at the door for someone to open it and invite him in, hopefully, for some food and a room to stay in.