Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160907082906/@comment-24572299-20160911164712

An orange haired and handsome faced gentleman leaned up against a nearby tree as he surveyed the destruction what was once a town down below. A morose look had settled on his face as he overlooked the random destruction. There wasn't even a party whom the blame could be assigned too. It was just one of the realities of living in the world they did.

"Sometimes, the world just fucks you. And all you can do is bend over and take it," he says, knowing the feeling all too well. Still, he could feel sorry for the people of the village all he wanted. It wouldn't help the dead or the survivors if there were any. And it certainly wouldn't help him with why he came here.

Looking down at the map that some contacts of his has gotten him, without his uncle's knowledge thankfully, the rumored weapon should be in this area. And knowing his luck it was probably down in that flooded village. Buried underneath the waves.

With a sigh Rust put his map away into his pack and pushed himself off of the greenery he was resting against. After patting down his coat to make sure it was all spic and spam he looked over the cliff face to see the nearby caravan that he saw on the way to his vantage point.

"Well the basis of all investigation is asking questions. While I don't expect many merchants to know anything it's the best I've got to go off of. Guess I'll go visit the drab and dreary ones. They seem pretty well traveled."

His decision made Rust nods to himself as he heads over to the Merchant caravan with the more muted colors, hoping to find information on his target.