Characters: George Sands, anyone who runs into him (Multi threads welcome)
Time: Early Afternoon
Location: Outside Hard Rock, making his way along the streets for supplies and stopping by the Blackstone
Content: Seeking further shelter options, and getting a few items in preparation.
Warnings: None
Format: Poster's choice
George shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his coat against the cold. With the weather so mixed recently, it was hard getting out some days. And even when you do, never know what you're going to come across. Like weird faerie related talking creatures randomly showing up. Odd conversation and it made little sense to him. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air. Many scents on the wind that he could pick up on more and more. Another reminder that he needed to make sure things were secured soon. He was hoping to talk to Ebenezar, but he wanted to check on alternates to go in case he didn't make it there in time for the vault. Plus, to have things to put in his bag, and he needed to check on when moonrise occurred here. He stepped off the curb, and walked across the street.