His sword tip nearly dragging on the ground, Miykael slowly approached the Rest-Stop. It seemed to him that it was the nearest real source of shelter to the bridge. Maybe others had thought of it? When he arrived he found that he was right, several people all gathered in the lobby of the building. He couldn't see them very well yet, but as he may be a menacing appearance with his swords, he decided to sheath them and pull down his makeshift cowl before knocking on the door...