Riley and Sayli found themselves in Light's Vale, the one human settlement in this area. The city had been a bunker or something at one point as the bottom levels were far below ground, with an intermediate district suspended by the mooring chains that kept the spire of the top level from toppling over. The two had found a lot of success with the caravan as they were able to provide pure water to replace the dwindling supplies. They had made a handful of coins and the relatively safe method of making their way to Vale. Though Sayli wasn't very well liked at first, once it was proven that there were no hidden obligations behind her abilities she was praised as a patron saint of humanity. Now standing at the edge of teh hustle and bustle of Light's Vale market district, Riley and Sayli had no inkling of what they were supposed to do. The years of building Riley up to have a purpose to hold back depression seemed to falter in Sayli's mind as she witnissed what humanity had become in the centuries of her absence. In part Riley looked upon all of these people, suddenly afraid of this mass of people he was supposed to lead. As the two were pressed along in the flow of tightly packed humanity, they found themselves passing the stand of what seemed to be a vagabond traveler like themselves. The stall wasn't much more than a sign and a cloth laid out with a chair. Despite the laziness of the setup the pair were drawn to the lone man sitting under the sign. "Hello, I uh... what are you giving out?" Riley asked uncertain as to why he was speaking to this man. He was very different from the other merchants in the area as he was not shouting out his wares or prices.