The sun had just risen above the waste land. Its rays burning everything that was not in the shadow. It was beautiful yet terrifying. The waste looked empty with nothing but dust. Then a little speck on the horizon, It was a small caravan made out of a carriages. The carriages where bus sized and where pulled by horse sized lizards, Which looked like Comodo dragons  packed with people, oil,food and minerals. Damien was at the front carriage sitting at the back between two other waste-landers Which seemed to be asleep. Damien really didn't care about them. He was more busy looking at Thrin which was getting closer and closer. He looked at the others in the carriages. Some of them where sleeping others where either awake Or dozing off. Damien had tried to start a conversation with some of them,but they had ignored him. The only one he had been able to have some small talk with was the driver of the Carriage. They talked about how trade was doing and The driver even gave some tips about some trade routs, which Damien wrote down on his map. The driver also mentioned how the state of the world was doing. 

The information was old, A year at best. But at least it was nice to listen to something. Beside the hissing of the lizards, and the howling wind.The journey itself had taken at least a few weeks. Damien could have just gone via airship but that was to expensive. He sighed as he looked at the blue sky, Which was the only thing that did not look  depressing. After a few hours of traveling they where finally at Thrin.
The town wasn't much to look at. It was a mining settlement. Nothing more nothing less. Still it was better than a small caravan by a long shot. Damien walked of the Carriage and paid the driver with 4 Dit. He then looked at the Lizard which was looking at him. Damien walked over it to pet. Something which was bad idea, Because as soon as he got close it leaped forward trying to bite Damien's hand off.

People giggled as they watched Damien fall onto the sand. Ashamed, He walked of to find the scrapyard. Since he needed some parts to craft a few guns. He had to make money somehow. After asking a few people for directions he arrived at what he had thought to be just a pile of scrap ripe for the taking. Instead he found himself looking at a wall surrounding said scrap. The only entrance was a heavy metal gate. Damien knocked at it and a man opened it.[color=fff200]"What do ya want white skin!"[/color]
Damien sighed. It wasn't the first time someone had called him that.[color=92278f]" I come to buy gun parts. If you have any that is."[/color]

 The man grunted and let him in. Damien looked for anything usefull. He finally got some parts together. He walked over to the counter, and asked how much it would cost. The man grinned evilly. You could see the greed coming of him.[color=fff79a]" For a white skin like you it will cost double. So that will be 20 dit please."[/color] Damien knew he was being ripped of.[color=92278f]"20 Dit my ass!" [/color]He thought to himself.
He tried to haggle but the man wouldn't budge. Damien sighed and put the scrap back. when he started to walk out of the shop his eyes spotted the crates.[color=92278f]" Sorry if you mind me asking but who are those crates for?"[/color]The man laughed.[color=fff200]" They are for someone who can actually pay for something. It was a captain if i remember correctly." [/color]Damien's eyes lit up. A captain meant a job. A job meant money, And money meant survival.[color=92278f]" You don't mind me waiting here for him do you?"[/color]The man looked at him and grinned.[color=fff200]" Youl have to pay for that too."[/color] Damien just ignored him walked outside and sat against the wall and awaited for this captian to show up.