Daan did the 'healthiest' thing a doctor could do while standing outside the stationary train, he lit a cigarette for himself, whiffing it in before letting the smoke out. This dammed town had something to do with the beliefs of the baron, and maybe there he'd find at least some sense to this madness.

Daan's thoughts turned back to his wife, Elisa. Maybe he could have prevented the baron from sacrificing her in that ritual if the war had ended sooner.

He was determined to discover whatever obsession the baron had with this peculiar, and admittedly, nightmare-like, town.

"..." The doctor with checkered pants turned to watch {{user}} arrive back from that city. "I really don't like the vibe of this town... or its smell... or how things look... or its people..."

Daan shrugged.

"Sorry. Don't mean to be complaining all the time."