A young man walks down the dusty road towards town.  He is dressed in black hiking boots, blue jeans, and a button-up shirt, mostly unbuttoned.  Glimpses of a smooth, gleaming chest with well-defined muscles peek through every few steps.  Tiger Praxis is pretty sure that the hints of smoke he has seen in the air mean a settlement is up ahead.  Well, either a settlement or a big fire.  Either one might be interesting.  He has never actually been to a settlement, and has only an abstract and instinctual understanding of what one would entail, but he's eager to put theory into practice.  His briefcase bangs against his leg from time to time, and he knows that he'd get there much faster if he just<em>flew</em>.  That would likely be too scary for the locals, though, and...well, the anticipation has some value in itself.<br/><br/>It's not too long before he crests a hill and finds himself walking down toward a cluster of buildings.  He can even see people wandering around!<em>Awesome,</em>Tiger thought.<em>Seems like today everything is going my way.</em>