The cold evening only helped to reinforce the surreality of the situation, initially Nikola had gone to look for the captain in an effort to fill his holds with sulfur and salt but the world had knocked him onto his head and now he was a crew member on an airship. As Nikola walked through the chill, he wrapped his arms around himself, he had come to live in Thrin years ago and made a comfortable life for himself, he had a well paying job and his own place, he was satisfied, though still disgruntled by his brother's unwillingness to hand over the reigns of the family business; it was a shame that he had to leave now. A few minutes of walking the narrow winding platforms of Thrin, Nikola arrived at the door of his place. He brushed his feet on an antique door mat and unlocked the door.

During his time in the town, he had made his house into a home. It was a one room dwelling, well two if one didn't discount the toilet, it was a square 12 yards by 12 yards and 2 1/2 yards high, cut directly into the rock. In the corner was his bed, a twin size hay mattress, two could fit on it if they didn't mind being close to one another; in the middle was a circular table with a few crates  meant to be chairs thrown around it, a half finished solitaire game sat by an upturned box, he dealt himself an impossible hand. To the left of the table, mounted on the wall was a large cork board, with layers of papers and scribbled notes pinned onto it, a large map peeked out in places in the background, lengths of red twine joining point on the map. 

Nikola sighed and kicked his shoes off, discarding them by the door. He locked the door behind him and went straight to his bed, though he could use the sleep, his first instinct was not to flop not the mattress, he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and dragged out a dusty duffle bag from under it. Vanderbilt gave it a good few smacks, sending swirling clouds of dust into the air which he fanned away, he brought his hand to the zip and pulled it to the opposite end of the bed. Nikola reached in and slowly, started to pull out the contents, his old adventuring gear. Black cargo pants, a grey turtleneck and black suspenders, he pulled out a pair of worn boots and a a green felt coat, out came fingerless gloves and a red scarf; in the gear he fit into the crowd much better then he would in his suit. He folded the pile of clothes into a neat pile and shifted them off to the side, reaching back into the bag to pull out the remaining objects, miscellaneous charts, empty shell casings among some of the junk inside. Finally he pulled out his [url=http://i.imgur.com/RIC0Utw.jpg]knife[/url], a gift from a tribal chief for setting up trade relations and a pistol holster that went under his coat, he didn't know why he kept it, he had sold his gun months ago. 

Upon emptying out the duffle bag, he went around his room and assessed the situation, he spent a few hours with the papers form the cork board, sorting out what he needed and ripping up what he found useless, eventually he had a pile of paper held together by a bulldog clip. Nikola dropped the pile into the duffle bag, along with the rolled up map and the ball of red twine, everything else he would need was folded and arranged on the table, along with his gear for the next day. With a yawn, he staggered over to the bed and slipped under the covers, "[color=khaki]Might as well get some sleep..[/color]" he mumbled to himself as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

He woke up the next day to the ring of his alarm clock, 0400, sitting up he stretched out his arms and yawned, smacking his lips together and looking at all his belongings packed up. Slipping out of bed, he picked up his alarm clock and threw it into the bag along with his papers; he proceeded to strip into his skivvies and place his folded suit into the duffle bag. Once done and in his gear, he stood in the doorway and frowned, he'd be leaving the comfort of his home for the unknown, at that moment he was having second thoughts but looking down at himself in his gear, those thoughts vanished. He locked the door behind him and went to the office, to pick up his last pay.