Find a wagon back.

Your party makes its way through the city, and eventually out the exit gates. Out here are acres of farmland, but also a rest stop for trade caravans coming in and out of the city. Though you weren't there for long, it's already a relief to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. It's an immediate contrast merely stepping through the gate. There is hardly a soul out among the rolling green hills other than ranch animals bathing in the sun. With your hands in your pockets, you march onwards, leading your party to a place you can grab a wagon ride back and give your legs a rest--not from walking, but you don't want to tell your party that.

Though as you go, you spot a figure standing in the middle of the road. You wouldn't think anything of it normally, but the figure is almost ghostly. It also stands directly in your path. You can feel a gaze directly on you--only you. When you look closer to inspect them, you can see that it's a boy around your age with a piercing blue stare beneath a pair of glasses.

He's garbed in a long white coat with a black shirt beneath, and matching black pants. His hands are stowed away in the pockets of his coat, and he stands with confidence and an uncomfortably welcoming smile. His hair is neck-length and black, and a braid has been tied down the right side of his head with beads of blue. There's also a scabbard hanging from his belt, though it's partially hidden by his garb.

"Who's this guy?" Eva whispers.

"Can we help you?" you ask.

"Perhaps." His voice is smooth but direct--precise. The way he inspects you--he's calculating. There's a strange aura immediately with this boy, but you can't quite place your finger on it. "Your name is Kyle Warren, correct?"

"It might be," you reply.

He snickers. "You have a sense of humour. Tell me then Warren, where are you from?"

"Hey we need to get going," Niki says. "Stop pestering us without even introducing yourself."

"See to it, brothers and sisters, that none of you has a sinful, unbelieving heart that turns away from the living God. Hebrews 3:12. Are you religious, Warren? I'm not, but my family was growing up. That isn't the point though, and I think you know it. What's the look of surprise on your face? It seems I was right. But maybe I should try another."

"Who are--" you mutter.

"I want to live! Nico Robin. How about that one?" He laughs. "Which one is deeper, do you think?"

"Do you know what he's talking about?" Snow asks. "Or is he just a crazy man spouting nonsense."

"That's--" Though before you can speak, he cuts you off again.

"William Cresswell, born and raised in the good old U S of A. Northern Ohio to be specific. Do you know where such a kingdom resides? None of you? It must be far. No, it doesn't border Tivera, I'm afraid. But Warren knows where it is."

Amara looks to you with concern. "Mr. Warren...?"