It had been ages since Risni's last visit to Trade Town, one of the larger hubs of civilization on the continent. It was well out of the way of the veil, giving him little reason to venture out so far, unless there were trade goods he or the forest needed that simply could not be obtained elsewhere. Even before his role within the veil, he didn't see much use in the metal coins, shiny rocks, and trinkets the cities seemed to prefer to use, rather than simply trading goods like the Steppe had done with neighboring tribes. Even more annoying, the cities tended to place 'value' on the good he brought, the skins of elder deer that passed naturally were considered less useful and valuable than the tough leather of a buck cut down in it's prime, leaving him with very little to barter with in cities even after selling what goods he brought with him. Often, the fruit he gathered from the forest fetched a far higher price, but that meant losing his own dinner.<br/><br/>At the very least, he could take comfort in the fact that words were free, most of what he needed this visit was information. With any luck, he'd be able to find someone who knew the wastes more thoroughly than he, that could guide, or at least give him a direction to look for whatever it was that was stealing the life from his home, something different about the wastes that may have changed in the last year when it began.<br/><br/>Even in a city as busy as Trade Town, Risni was likely to stand out, even as he first made his way through the gate down the main street. The vibrant, forest green color of the leaves that decorated his armor stood out in a sea of dyed linens, as did the vine 'gauntlet' that ran from his wrist to his elbow. More than one head turned at the sight of him, and he could hear whispers pointing him out. "Is that..." one woman asked another. "No. That's just a hunter's legend..."<br/><br/>Stoic as he was, even Risni couldn't help but be taken in by the sight of the large city, his eyes darting between the size and variety in the buildings, and what they claimed to offer. In the middle of the street, there was a large caravan, preparing to set out for the wastes. Not a bad place to start, if he was looking for wastelanders. He'd have to hurry though, he still had to purchase supplies before it got too late.