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Two days of riding on horseback got him near the large town of The Cross Roads. It was a trading hub for the Vasili Kingdom and it connected to Sovereign, the capital of Vasili. Mathis watched as the sun went down and felt the cool wind kicking into gear for the usual cold night. He didn't have much to cover his head and hands, but he had got used to the cold that he didn't need those things as much. After all, he has gone to the Far North before the plague spread. He looked up to the sky as it got darker by the minute and sighed as he remembered the days before the plague. Then, he closed his eyes and whispered to his self something that he would never have said before all of this happened.

[i][color=8882be]God of Light, give me the protection that I need to travel to the Cross Roads. Protect me from the ill people out there, eating other people. And please bring my friends to your heaven and bring me into heaven when I leave this world.[/color][/i]

The cool wind hit Mathis' face as he opened his eyes and found that the sun was gone. It was night time already and that meant that he had to get to town and find an inn before the highwaymen came out. He heard tales of those highwaymen, that waited near the roads and kidnapped everyone, were tales usually told around a campfire. But, they got to Mathis when he first arrived at Vasili. That's why he hired guards in the first place, to protect him for any threats.

The town was nearby and he could make it before it goes completely dark if his horse ran faster. So, he decided to search in his pockets for something to give to his horse. And then, he found a piece of apple given to him by a boy in one of the tribes. The apple didn't look good enough for Mathis to eat, but his horse would love to have the apple instead. So, he gave it to the horse and the horse ate it in the matter of seconds. He gave the horse a soft pat on the side to make it go faster. It did work as the horse got faster than it was going a couple minutes ago. Mathis smiled at the result of his plan; however, the smile would soon end as he remembered the day of the attack. It started because of the horse going so fast and the cool wind.

Mathis remembered the screams of the remaining people in Fort Cain as he rode pass them on the same horse, that he was riding. He didn't look back to see if his guards were alright, he just looked forward and rode as fast as he could. While riding away from the inflected in the fort, he saw many horrible things that none should ever see. People being eaten by other people, children attacking their mothers or fathers, the list just goes on and on. He felt the cool wind and the snowflakes as he tried to get away from the inflected. After the attack on the fort, Mathis just got off of the horse and collapsed as he realized that he let the plague spread to the Southern part of the Northern Lands faster. He had heard of the plague spreading a while ago; but, he dismissed the rumors for some dumb reason that he can't remember. A couple minutes of crying later, he got back up and went on his horse. He had decided to go back to his home country and wait until the plague came to him. He soon raced from Boulder Tower to rest there and warn the others.

After the sudden flashback, he realized that he was in the town as his horse kept going fast on the busy road until Mathis stopped it. He raced his horse to some alley and looked around to see if anyone was around him. After checking, he sighed as he looked up at the night sky, full of stars and other wonderful things that only appeared at night, and whispered to his self again.

[i][color=8882be]God of Light, please forget my sins as I let this horrible plague spread even more. It's all of my fault for the deaths of Fort Cain and in other villages and large towns. It's all of my fault that my guards defended their lives for me at the fort. Please forget me and take me to heaven, Father.[/color][/i]

He looked around once more and rode his horse slowed as he began to tear up. Mathis would never forgive his self for what he did at Fort Cain and he will always torture himself over it until he dies. 

A couple of minutes later, he and his horse kept on going until they finally found an inn to stay the night at. The Kevil Arms. That was the name of the inn and he didn't know what to think of it as he pulled his horse nearby it and got off of it. It was a stupid name, but it did bring interested in Mathis. He bought horse to an older lady and asked her to overlook his horse. To make such that she would do it, he gave her some coins and thanked her for watching his horse. She smiled and waved as he slowly walked towards the inn. He didn't read the chalkboard on the door as he thought that it said that the 'Ale was out' or 'the mad drunk threw up nearby the counter'. The point was that he didn't give a fuck about the board.

Mathis opened the door and walked into the inn as he saw a group of people nearby him. Well, they didn't look like bandits or the highwaymen, especially the fact that the ladies are within the group. Normally, most women weren't getting their hands dirty besides clearing around the house or farming. One thing that Mathis knew about the group was to stay away from them and not talk to them at all, or he could get in some serious trouble and possibly die. He walked fast away from the group, but not before getting a closer look at the group.

There was no way that they were in a guild or bandits, well according to what he heard of bandits and thieves. Like for example, the guy wearing hauberk and chausses looked more like a soldier in the army than any common bandit—unless he was smart. And the other guy with the darken red hair looked like he had money in his pockets. As he walked passed the group, he knew that they weren't any bandits or assassins. What were they doing at an inn? Why are they here together? So many questions, but Mathis didn't cared as he carefully walked towards the stools nearby the counter and sat down on one of them.

He looked around for the innkeeper so he would just get his room and sleep until dawn. Then, he would go to the capital and hide there until he dies. Mathis then hoped that the innkeeper goes to him before someone—within the group—questioned his presents at the inn.