Hooded and shielded from the sunlight that was shining down on him, Cimmerade's hidden eyes gazed over the village that he had been forced to approach. He didn't know what the place was called and he had to wonder about its position in the middle of a forest, but those facts were unimportant at the moment. In truth, the place reminded him somewhat of his own home; Part of another kingdom but far enough away that they more or less took care of themselves with little to no oversight from the powers that be. 

How long had he been running for? There had been very few chances to rest in the Twilight realm itself due to the monsters that wandered it, hunting down those few that remained and his escape to the realm of Sunlight hadn't offered him the repave he had been hoping for. Physically and mentally exhausted but unable to rest at the moment, Cimmerade entered the village silently as he looked around. It wasn't big and contained very few buildings... one of which appeared to be a shop. 

Without much fanfare, the hooded and cloaked man closed the distance and opened the door, stepping inside and out of the light.