It seems the barren and worn trail has led me here again. This old gravel path seems to be more overgrown and faded every decade I come through here. Ah well, I guess I should stay here and welcome any travelers that happen to pass through here. They all do. I stroll down the empty streets. I guess I caused that yet again. Hmmmm, where can I go and get some news? The Firey Cellar? Nah, last time I went in there it was...tragic. I still haven't gotten the smell of cinders and ash out of my nose yet. Well it looks like I'll be sleeping under the stars yet again.