[b]"Yeah, that does sound like a rip. Death and taxes, am I right?"[/b] Donny joked as Maria explained the situation to him. Basically, they go to Rotting Bones (Donny guessed that was the name of the old man in rags who just left) for currency, which they should donate to the church. Donny didn't intend to do so until absolutely necessary, but he kept that thought to himself. As for the other villagers, only Rotting Bones passed as a doctor, and Donny didn't trust a doctor named Rotting Bones. Maria was the village craftsman, making Donny quite excited. [b]"Well, I'm pretty handy myself. Maybe once we get situated, you and I could head to your workshop, show off each other's techniques."[/b] Of course Donny was speaking out of his ass, since he has no idea what his craft skills are like. Hopefully he could improvise well enough to impress. As for Annabel, Maria was vague. The best she described her as "not like the townsfolk" and considering that Donny doesn't know what they look like, it wasn't helpful at all. At least he was told that she'd be at the local tavern, so that narrows down to a location. [b]"I'm sure that if she's anything like you, she'd be more radiant than the stars at night."[/b]

All the while Donny didn't really comment on Maria's implication of what he could do to women. He would not lie to himself: Donny was kinda horny. But he had his morals, and dream or not, he wasn't just going to force his way onto others because he can. Flirt and shower with gifts and compliments? He'd do that unabashedly. Express his desires? He wasn't one to hold his feelings back. But force someone to love him? That wasn't his way. Regardless of who he was before he died, Donny was determined to think that he is a noble person right now.

Speaking of death, a scream broke out into the night. The sound of a someone, possibly a woman, begging for help. Donny noticed a few from before were gone, and he feared the worse. That they too feel for the sick affliction like that one taken by the shadows. [b]"Someone needs our help."[/b] Donny said to himself. Grabbing his axe out from it's sheath, Donny ran out of the church after Maria opened it's doors. Immediately he saw the depressing scenery around him. The World of Waking Dreams may not be made of complete darkness, but it was bleak and certainly the realm of nightmares. It was a lifeless place were death hung in the air, the air taste rotten as if time itself was eroding away at it's very being. The scent of corpses were light on the wind, while the stench of blood and feces still fresh from the church. The very essence of this place felt... Crushing. As if Donny was already in the bowels of a beast who has eaten him whole. And the sound... He could still hear the screaming.

So Donny rushed forward. Instead of taking the roads, he used his axe to assist him as he begun to climb the rooftops. His first instincts were to take the high ground. Donny ran across the town square with great speed. He found the climb onto the first roof (Unknowingly to Donny, this was the Inn of the Four Winds) to be quite easy, his axe burying into the side of the wall with ease. When he reached to the top of the roof he continued to run, making effortless leaps across the gaps. While he likely won't be the first to arrive to the scene due to the road he traveled, he hoped that by taking this route he'd be in a good position to save whoever called out for help.