[center][h2]Urik[/h2][/center]

Urik, not one to be frightened by mere superstitions, continues on through the town, taking note of the signs of Dweller population and the strange seals. He figured they might have been the symbol of the people who once lived here. Regardless, he continued on, occasionally stopping to investigate an area of interest, or to let Herrik investigate something that caught his curiosity.

It was in one of these homes, however, that he saw something strange - Fresh footprints. Eyes widening, he crouched down, placing his fingers on one of the prints before bringing them up to his nose and sniffing it. Looking around, he looked to see what direction they traveled in. Wasting no time, he sprung to his feet and began to hurriedly follow the prints, intrigued to see where they led. With any luck, they wouldn't belong to some squatters or vandals, but someone who actually knew something.