~dismounts from the horse and leads it to the water source, allowing it to drink. Dipping the water pouch into the water, he fills it up once more. Afterword he dunks his head into the water, trying to stay cool and hoping it would provide clarity for all his unanswered questions.
The water provides no more answers than the air did, or the horse, or the book. But he's got water and a place to stay that shows signs of habitation at one point or another.
~grabs a couple of low laying fronds from the trees and lays them on the ground for bedding. Grabbing another bunch, he lays them a little bit away from him, near the water, and directs the horse to it's new feeding area. Exhausted, ~lays down to rest as the sun sets for the day.
The sun slowly sets and the stars come out. Stars that look both familiar and foreign. There are no answers in the night sky, nor in the sunset, nor the moon. Nor in the cold and seemingly endless desert around him. A desert that quickly turns cold.
The night is fairly uneventful. The desert here is hard, not many can survive it. No wolves howl for the moon, no scorpions come out to annoy the sleeper.
Dawn breaks, and there's not much change. While this oasis shows sign of use, there's no telling how long ago that use was. Or how often it gets used. And around there is simply desert as far as the eye can see.
It takes some time, and could take several days if he doesn't get bored first. Seems he was really out in the boonies. But far enough in that direction he can see the edge of a town with large, belching smokestacks.
~continues to head toward the town, with renewed hope and excitement, the horse seemingly excited as well. ~hopes to reach the town soon, quickly and unscathed.
"I seek shelter within your walls, and water for my horse. As for my name, I cannot give it, for I know it not."~says, in an exhausted, yet polite tone.
If off it I could come, I would. It is embarassing for sure, but I speak the truth. I wish no harm upon anyone, merely to escape the desert and its reaches.
There's much mechanical clanking. And he can see, close up, that it's actually gears set in the door slowly turning to draw it back into itself, foot by foot. Less a gate than a gigantic shutter.
"Most likely" ~ replies trotting his horse into the town, "I honestly have no clue. Do you have a physician or mystic in this town? Perhaps they can help me with answers"
The guard considers before pointing. "There's a doctor some ways into the town. Follow this road, take a right at the square, then another right. He'll be on your left."
~follows the directions carefully and finally arrives at his destination. Dismounting his horse, he knocks on the door, a seemingly polite, yet confident knock.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Dawn breaks, and there's not much change. While this oasis shows sign of use, there's no telling how long ago that use was. Or how often it gets used. And around there is simply desert as far as the eye can see.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Who goes there?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Did you suffer a bump to your head, or something?" Asked one.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Whaddaya want?"
My helpdesk should you need me.