[Eshandist]

Tikno sat up and stretched. It was a nice nap he had taken, lasting 2 days, and he felt refreshed. He reached over to the pile of neatly folded clothes at the foot of his makeshift cot. Cot was an overstatment, it was really just a pile of semi-clean clothes evenly spread out to form the bedding, covered with the jewel of his find two months ago when he had first come to this city, a blanket that had no holes in it and was actually clean. As he put on his normal attire, he looked around the hole he called home. It was clean, as he had spend the last two months clearing all the rubble out of it. The slums had tons of these burned down, or otherwise destroyed, houses, and this one was one of those that had just one room intact. After standing up and cracking his neck, he walked out of the door.

Standing just outside his home, he looked down the street to the Quail's Tavern. His enhanced vision caught a flicker of movement in the shadows of the tavern, possibly another life form in this abandoned part of town. Then he saw the man sitting outside roasting what looked to be the remains of some animal. Tikno placed a hand on his stomach, which chose that moment to pronounce loudly that it would appreciate some sustenance. Tikno looked back down the street towards the possible source of breakfast, then shrugged and started walking over. He walked down the middle of the street, making no attempt to conceal himself, to try and show that he was no threat to whoever it was.