[b]Ingwe[/b]


	His eyes glimmered with hope at the site of the gates.
He had not seen something this built up, something with this much time to take hold.

	Wandering down roads, weaving and turning seemingly at random, Ingwe allowed his nose to do more of the decision making about where he would go, then his eyes. Stopping at the first site of street food Ingwe's mouth began to water. It had been almost a year since the last time he was able to sit down for a hot meal. Being at a constant rapid gallop across countryside and forest, hastily evading the demons hot on his trail, such pleasantries had been missed for far to long.

	When it became his turn to order, Ingwe looked honestly into the mans eyes "Chicken... A lot" he muttered like a child tense with excitement. He retrieved 2 long wooden skwewers of hot chicken, thick with dark red sauce, and happily sat down on the curb of the road, taking in the sites and sounds of this new place, with his meal.