Royal studies the doors for a few moments before stepping towards the door that reads "Santoro." He is immediately plunged into a bustling village. He reaches into his pocket and feels something that wasn't there before- a pouch of currency. He takes the pouch out and counts out exactly 100 Vrach. Good. He has enough money to last him a while, if he scavenged. He looks around, getting the lay of the bare land. From what he can tell, he will need a steady supply of water from somewhere, and food. Food was the most important part. In the back of his mind, the questions he forgot to ask linger in the back of his head. No matter. He will find out, and he knows it.