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In a, cold, vast wasteland of sand, and broken metal, now we see a scrap of metal, with a little light coming from behind it, if we go closer, we see a man, next to his fire bundled up for the night, this man is William, brown hair brown eyes, you know the drill, his most common outfit is an old, shitty, and short duster, with a little red, purple, and blue sash around his neck going down to his hip, and his most identifiable accessory, but not really, a old fashioned Restol laying at his side, beside him is his, trusty, revolver, it may be the most run down thing you will ever see, but it gets the job done. Will is pretending to sleep, in which he is not doing a very good job because he is sleeping. 

Now, Will has set out for, the capitol, Keskus, now he has to pass through Prestol, a very famous port town, also known as the City of Metal, which is about a day away, now people have been out out for his head for longer than he can count, and in order to keep himself safe out in the desert, from man-made threats, such as man, he has to keep a watch out every two hours, now he is on his last hour just before the sun rises, when his biological alarm clock wakes him up, and tells him to pack up and get moving. 

So, maybe a good kilometre out, he stumbles across a person, just covered in sand, he reckons they were probably out here ever since last morning, and when he swipes the sand of this person, he sees a woman with long red-hair, somewhat fair-skin, and who looks like a 20-something, wearing a beat-up black bandana, and a thing that kinda looks like a poncho but not, and some normal jeans, oh yeah and green eyes, so he does the reasonable thing and sets up camp again, to see if he can wake her, and it appears he doesn’t have to wait long, for he notices her stirring, and says, nothing, he just waits for her to say anything.

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She wakes fully about a minute later, while he is poking the fire, she confusedly says, and with good reason, 

“Where am I, and who are you?”

Will responds with, 

“You’re in the desert of Moore, close to Prestol, and I think it’s best if you say who you are first.”

“My name is Willow Aenea. I come from Oakpeak, do you know what Oakpeak is?”

“Yeah I know Oakpeak, that's a long ways away halfway across the continent, but I didn’t know they still had the Aenea family ruling, thought they died out maybe; 25 years ago, don’t remember, either way, I still haven’t introduced myself, I am Will, or William, I come from, Worlem, if I remember correctly.”

“Will; William, that, that’s the name of the notorious outlaw, 'Iron Will’, are, are you Iron Will?”

“Now, if my name is Iron Will or not, that doesn’t really matter, what matters, is that I have to get the fuck away from, every city from, here, to The Forest of Yonder, or else they will have a fucking field day mutilating my corpse, and I don’t want that. So in order to not die a horrible, painful death I have to get to Keskus.”

“Why the Capitol, wouldn’t that make it worse?”

“You would think that, but I have a way to clear my name fully, and be a free man, without the need to worry about dying the next day.”

After that the area around the fire, became quiet, and after a while, Will says,

“I think we better get some shut-eye, Prestol is about 24 kilometres away, if you can’t sleep, keep watch, wake me if anything comes near, or at first light, understand?”

“Alright.”