The wooden door swung open with haste, flimsy in it's movement as the rust covered hinges wined under distress. The hooded figured on the other side rushed in and closed the poor excuse for a door behind him, baring it with an equally rusted latch. The room was dark, dank, and barren, save for a single three tiered shelf in it's corner and a small canvas sack which sat beside it. Rushing over, he over turned the soil at his feet and he paused looking down. He would find no comfort of wooden boards to sleep on tonight it seemed. Better this then a jail cell... His thoughts echoed in his head as he approached the shelf, squinting in the darkness to make out what was there. A full moon hung high over head in the sky, blessing the world below with it's silver light that poured through the gaps of the poorly constructed wooden shed. He was able to make out the contents of the shelf as he neared and he frowned. A single book, a loaf of stale bread, and jar of some viscous milky liquid. He was told this was a rest point for weary travelers who wished to be discreet. It seemed it was more so for the destitute. His stomach rumbled in protest, prompting him to sink to the ground beside the shelf. He was hungry. Had been hungry for the better part of two days. He was tired and drained, having traveled south from Elbion on the back roads at a pace that would put a race horse to shame. A long the way, he talked little if not at all, to anyone he passed, trying his best not to garnish any attention. Books taught him that such rest stops were favored by those wishing to stay out of the watchful gaze of authorities. This was confirmed when he was pointed in the right direction by a passing vagabond. The shed was small and sat beside a wooden area and a open field. he figured if anyone approached from the field, he could flee into the woods. If his legs worked. He was so tired. His stomach rumbled again. He was so hungry. Hand reaching inside his tunic, he removed the last of his provisions. A single red apple. Another frown marked his face as he looked to the sack. If the other items were anything to go by, he would not like what was in there. A sighing escaping his lips, he spoke out to himself. "Well.. You always wanted to go and see the world...Bottoms down Luc the Unlucky..." With that, he took a bite of his apple... The last of his provisions.