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[center][color=FFEF94]Location[/color] - Hyall[/center]
On a long road from places unknown came a pale figure, appropriately cloaked due to the beating sun and dry air.  He was used to the latter of these, but the former was making him sweat much more than he would like.  Never again would he volunteer to come to this end of the world, someone else can take the walk from the city to here.  He stopped for a moment and put a gloved hand up against the sun, shielding his eyes from the star's harsh rays, and ahead of him he saw a settlement of sorts.  [color=FFEF94]"...Good a place to stop as any..."[/color] he mumbled, confident that there was no one around to hear him.  With a grasp of the canteen on his hip, the man set out for this town, glad to know he's been going in the right direction for the last few hours.  The metal container rose to his lips and poured out some life-giving water into his mouth, which was quickly swallowed.

The rest of his walk later, Arsenio Graves began to regret leaving the Winds as early as he did.  There was no threat here, this town was actually quite bustling, the dead opposite of what he expected from a town with no shade whatsoever.  Based on the heat, he doubted this settlement even had a winter!  It wasn't an issue though, he was where he needed to be.  He started to look for the nearest inn, disregarding the hole that had formed in the street, or the tall woman chasing after something in the middle of it all, instead following the stride of a man in a blue coat with brown hair.  Sure, it was from a distance, but he seemed to know what direction he was headed in.  Hopefully it lead to a place to stay for a little while.

Thankfully, it did.  Arsenio entered behind the man and booked himself a room, heading up to it soon after.  He opened up the door and peered inside, pleasantly surprised to find that it was well-furnished for such a small village.  A nice bed, a desk, a dresser even, a room fit for someone on important business.  He set down his cloak and some of his traveling gear, keeping his sword and dagger on him as always before heading back down to the first floor.  Once there, he sat at the bar and ordered himself a drink before sitting back and engaging in one of his favorite pass times:  People watching.