[Entrance] Return to the Tent City

[Alistair Trevon]

50th day of Winter 511

Alistair stared out at the City of Endrykus, the city he had once called home. The place had changed once again, as it did every time he returned. His horse was ready to enter the city where it could rest. Alistair patted Bay's neck to calm her. He was ready to unload the saddlebags from her, he knew she must be exhausted from the long journey.

Taking a deep breath, he rode Bay into the city. He went along the paths between the pavilions. He looked out at the sea of cloth, wondering which one his mother was residing in. He dismounted Bay in the center. The remains of the the previous night's fire were sitting there, waiting to be ignited once more.

Slowly, he sat down on the ground near the ashes of the fire. He took a small chuck of bread from his bag and began nibbling on the edges. He watched as residents walked along, running errands or visiting friends across the camp. Some he recognized from growing up here, others were obviously new faces. He wondered whether they were wanderers like him. He took a deep breath as he stared into the ashes.

I'm home... He thought to himself, taking another small bite of the bread.