<div align="center"><em>Marcus Walker, late night (Day 1)</em></div><hr/><br/><br/>It was far into the night when three horses where led into town with a man on foot. The beasts looked like buffalo but that was simply because of the amount of cured and elegant furs they had piled upon them making the creatures look quite comedic if anyone was awake that late at night to see the arrival. It had taken nearly two weeks of travel to get back from the "wild" up in the north but it was a trip well worth the journey and time invested.<br/><br/>The man was tired beyond belief, having lived on only the last amounts of his coffee, stale biscuits and dried meat for the duration of the trip he was in need of a good meal, a bath and a drink in due time. Taking his animals around to a stable he unloaded his merchandise and moved it into a room he rented in the loft for the night. He had many reasons to come in at night, for one no one would see his goods and less chance of a robbery. Luckily he was within city limits now and crime was very "under" the table. If a man tried to steal from him and Walker killed him, Wrynn would only question him and then let him go, it was one of the perks of a "chaotic" law system. Protecting oneself or livelihood was no crime in Oasis.<br/><br/>When his furs where finally safe he stepped outside of the loft room and watched the stars as he rolled free cigarettes from one of the on duty stable hands. The nicotine was like a gift from god, a luxury the expert hunter and tracker had gone long without. He only hoped the night would end sooner so he could finish his business at the general store and the bank before evening the next day in order to reacquaint himself with a few more luxuries he had gone long without...<br/><br/>(Fade to black, for Marcus till the next day)