The news that he was officially in Arizona was both a surprise, yet something of a pleasant one all the same. After all this place had been home to so many legends long ago. A landscape carved out by rough riding men, whose hands were quick as lightning when it came time to fight for what was theirs. Oh even a bit tipsy, and a tad high, Charles knew that those days were gone and not returning. The Wild West had died as 'progress' took over, and steered the nation towards a supposed brighter tomorrow. Where once only dirt trails and horses could be found, now paved roads and even electric cars had taken over. Here though, amidst the dusty desert, Renmont felt downright at home.
Sure it should have been alarming that he he missed the whole trip. That he had been so out of it that Charles couldn't honestly recall the trek out this way at all. Yet in place of worry or fret was that old familiar warmth of the laudanum. Smoothing away the pain and everything else too. The question of where he wished to be finally drew his focus back from those muddled thoughts. After taking another little sip from the flask the man finally spoke up at last. "Here suits me just fine, my dear. I've always fancied stepping foot in this place, and having you as my companion doesn't sound terrible at all. Tell me, Juliette. Have you ever seen a sky so clear and full of stars like this?"