Memphis, 15:00 Hours, July 20th - 887
Light poured into a small room, illuminating the pair lying in bed. Various articles of clothing littered the floor and a sword sat propped in the corner. Drust had awoken almost an hour ago, but he chose to remain still. He enjoyed the feeling of a woman lying next to him, even if she was just a call girl. However, he wasn't in Memphis on a pleasure trip. He was there for business. Reluctantly, he lifted the girls arm and she stirred awake.
"Leaving so soon, sweety?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, and she gave Drust an almost sad look. He had seen it before. Just a business practice.
"Yep," he responded in a low voice. "I have things to do and people to see." Throwing the blanket off, Drust crawled onto the floor and stood up, stretching his arms, almost touching the ceiling. The wood felt warm on his bare feet. The girl sat up, trying to look genuinely sad. She was obviously new at this. Drust began gathering his clothes.
"But won't you come back to see me?" She asked as she began redressing.
"I'm sure I'll be back sometime," Drust responded as he pulled his green pants up. "Now, why don't you run along? Maybe order me some food?" After locating his bag, he retrieved some money and handed it to the girl, who had already gotten redressed.
With a wink, she said, "Will do, hun." After planting a soft kiss on his cheek, she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.
With a sigh, he held his shirt out in front of him. The image of a skull with a crown for a lower jaw stared back at him. The giant X across it didn't diminish the mix of feelings he got when he looked at it. It was a reminder of where he came from. Dismissing his thoughts, he threw the shirt over his head and finished getting dressed.
Feeling renewed, Drust threw his dreads back and adjusted the goggles sitting on his forehead, then slung his scimitar across his back. Making sure it was in a comfortable position, he reached back, gripping the pommel of his blade. Satisfied, he retrieved Wild Card from inside his backpack and strapped his gun onto his hip.
Making his way downstairs, he was greeted by the low roar of men and woman looking to have a good time. Spotting his girl at a table with a steak waiting for him, he worked his way towards her. A few men were talking to her trying to buy her time. As Drust approached, one of the men looked at him, noticing his eyes and smile, and backed away. The others looked as well, and had similar reactions. As he took his seat, the girl started to say something when someone shouted, "There's an airship over the town! People are dropping out of it! Ya'll gotta see this!" The girl stood and ran for the window to look.
Scratching the scar on his cheek, Drust sighed and took a large bite out his steak. Downing a glass of water, he stood and made for the door, lowering his goggles to shield his eyes from the bright light. Everyone was crowding the windows and he had some trouble getting outside, but when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. Overhead was a huge airship coming out of a dust storm. He couldn't make out any flag signifying it's allegiances, but he knew it was bad when he saw people coming down on ropes. Turning around, he shouted, "Everyone stay inside! Everyone who has a weapon, be ready to fight. Those who don't may want to take cover." With that, he started running towards the sheriff's office.