Something begins
He had walked along the tree line for awhile, out of plain sight. His eyes had rested on the town in front of him. If anyone had seen him, they might have wondered what he saw; Britannia was a pretty enough little town, but it hardly merited such close scrutiny.
Still, whatever he had seen, he had apparently made his decision.
A man walked into town. He was not a tourist. He looked like he had been walking for miles. And though his step was firm, it was clear he could use some help.