The air was dry, the people around sickly and exhausted. They went about their day as always here in The Last City, a day as grey and sandy as any other.

You found yourself wandering around this place, a place where rarely anyone was truly happy, a place that has seen better days.

A place with many nooks and cranny's, and the occasional hideout for various people. The Market was bustling with life, but the sidelines, with tents and crates, had it's own people and life.

"Hey, you there! Yes, you. Come here, you look like you can help."