[b]Preacher[/b]:

[i]{Is it a hard place or just a place?}[/i]

You've seen a abandoned Western Town, havent you? Dusty, rusty, filled with abandoned wood or stone buildings of a variety of makes? Well picture that, only in a sort of forest/plains villa kind of setting. Replace dusty with forest/foliage covered, and you have the abandoned town one Preacher was walking through now. A furrowed brow told the story of how he thought it odd that this was the second kind of establishment he had come across like this but beggars could not be choosers, could they? Pacing upon what looked to be the remnants of a cobble stone road, Preacher turned at one point towards a particular building, standing before it by his lonesome. An Inn, or a former Inn.

Frowning in thought, his stomach rumbled and while Preacher was aware of his ability to hunt, something along the good canned food or well preserved meat was a simple optional with less effort. Nostrils huffing, our Preacher fellow paced on through the decrepit doors of the Inn and inhaled a whiff of dust, vegetation, and aged unkempt building apparatus'. If there was a steady piece of furniture in the expansive old place that would of been safe to sit on, Preacher would of been surprised. Everything looked old and uncared for by years, or so his dark eyes told him. Still, pacing around this and that along a luckily stable floor, Preacher headed to the obvious main source of possible sustenance; a bar top. There, left nearly untouched by nature were various assortments and makes of alcohols. These Preacher gave a look to before hopping over said bar top.

Firm-willed recovering Alcoholics had no interest in such things, old or not, but the locations of such drinks usually held the food, small or otherwise. He was sure there was a kitchen and pantry to look through to, but for now? Unaware of most outside of his direct vicinity, Preacher slowly paced along the back of the bar top, dark eyed sight peering and the nooks and crannies of the thing, at one point pulling out a silver flask to take a sip of the water within. Strangely, like before, there was a sense of[i]foreboding[/i] about him, and he acknowledged it...now to maybe see if it was true, and either good or bad.