IN-GAME THREAD: PARTE PRIMUS
In reply to The GM (msg # 1):
Johan arrived on the back of a cart, along with others coming to New York. The carts transported the poor and the dispossessed from place to place, and New York always needed cheap labor. Thus ferries and carts where set up to keep the workers coming and going from the city.
Johan himself had been sleeping in the forest when he found the note by his head. Which was odd, because he never told anyone where he had gone off to. That had been by design...the less he was around people, the safer everyone else would be.
Yet here he was...for reasons he did not quite understand. Still, despite his current homeless status, his outfit was clean and he stayed clean shaven. After all, the Rider did not much care about its victims possessions. However, Johan needed to eat, drink and sleep.
So he had coin enough to clean up in an inn and hire the cart. So, after getting strange looks for being more or less left outside the city gates, he walked to the location as described in the letter. He smiled and attempted to blend in, and after getting eyeballed by the guards a bit he went on his way.
So after a bit of a walk...he thought he may be getting close. He pulled his leather doublet around him to ward off the cold. Breathed into his hands to warm them up, and looked about.
"What the bloody hell am I doing here?" He said to himself. He had the bad habit of speaking his thoughts out loud. Mostly because the thing in his head might be listening. Of course, it no doubt could use his ears, so speaking would not help such matters either.
"Bet the Batman is just another silly myth!" He grumbled, kicking a rock as he walked...and nearly breaking his fool foot. "Blast it to hell!" He grumbled, staggering a bit and kept walking.
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