Axle had finally walked back to town the places he call home for now was a small lean to, which is connected to the library but the door to the library from his home has long since been covered. He enters his house and sets his back pack on the one spot on his table that wasn't covered in scraps from the old world. Then Axle sits on his cot opposite his table, his stomach growled. "Yeah, yeah, I know... Bar food?" His stomach seems to growl in agreement. He pulls out a small bag from a pile of what looks like cloth, then puts 2 handfuls of scrap metal in it.

He leaves his domicile, with bag in hand. He arrives at the blacksmith shortly leaving his house, he wordlessly gives the blacksmith the scrap and he pays for it. He then goes to a bar orders his food and sits there and eats his food.