[center][b]Irnflow[/b][/center]

The long road from where he had come was mainly empty, he ate what he could find or what he had brought with him, he did not hunt much in his youth and kept mainly to eating the eventual meal that was trapped or fished out of the water with a net. He did not have a sling, or bow to kill a deer or rabbit with, but he did know what may or may not be able to be eaten, as well as how to fix things that had been broken for food and place to eat. He had begun his journey a week before hearing of adventure from a traveler that had come by his home on the way to the lone mountain, and he decided to go to the place where this adventure would begin, hoping it would not start without him. 

Irnflow stared at the 'Stagcross' and continued down the road, he had found a stick to walk with but had not enjoyed his journey. He looked down at the wraps upon his feet as he continued, he smelled, his hair flowing from under his hood as he walked. He found himself going to where he had come from, a place to stay. To find one, he must follow the people to hospitality. 

He looked at some man standing in the doorway of a building, and walked behind him, "can you move? I wish to find a place to eat and sleep in peace, and I believe this may be it, and possibly if I am not too late, to go past the mountains and see the world..." he quietly and softly.