Joseph, as often seemed to be the case these days, was lost. He may have talent in many areas, but direction was not one of them. In fact, as with but about all skill sets he lacked, it seemed like nature had actively pulled from them to fuel the few he actually had. Not only that, it had pulled way more than it had given, which was why while searching for the warehouses by the docks snowgirl had told him about, he somehow wound up in an area quite distinctly [i]not[/i] filled with warehouses. In fact, it was a pretty nice side of town. The journey itself had taken pretty much all of Tuesday, as he found himself not being able to walk as quickly as usual due to lack of food.

Which brought him to his second predicament.

He was pretty much starving.

At this point, it had been about a week since his last meal, and it was whining to take a real toll on him. Sure, he could've perhaps begged or something and [i]maybe[/i] have gotten enough money to buy something, but he was [i]way[/i] to nervous to do that. People would be judging him every time they have him anything, and despite his outburst at the Swansong the other night, he was usually [i]not[/i] the kind of person who coped well with confrontation.

Either way, it didn't matter too much now. He doubted anyone here would offer him much in the way of money or food. Sure, there was a possibility he might strike it lucky and run into one of the nice ones like snowgirl, but with his luck, it'd probably be someone like Castro again.

Then again, it probably wasnt going to matter much anyway, considering his legs just have out. His eyes widened as he came to this realisation, right before he collided with the footpath.

Despite the pain, however, he merely chuckled for a moment, before sighing and rolling himself into his back, staring up at the sky.

"How long has it been since I last collapsed?" He muttered to himself. "I don't think this has happened since my first year wandering..."

He sighed again, as he looked to the building he'd collapsed directly in front of.

Well, he sure hoped the rich folk inside were some of the kind ones, otherwise his wandering may very well come to an end right there!

[@Furiosa]