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After what had become a routine day of surviving in the wilderness, the twilight hours were finally upon Janus. The long haired druid set his mind to gathering supplies for his evening camp until he smelled the beginnings of a storm. Normally he would simply weather the storm in his wilderness shelter, but his senses warned of the storm's force. Not too long ago he lived in a house that would withstand any storm the region could conjure, but now he was without the buffer civilization provided against nature. He was exposed to the world and glad to be so; however his joy was tempered by the knowledge that he needed more substantial shelter from this storm.

He had chosen to live in the wild to connect with the world, and to try to dissolve the boundaries, which seemed so tangible in the city, between man and nature. Philosophy aside, Janus still needed a robust dwelling for the night so he headed quickly in the direction of some caves he remembered. On the path of what should have been a shortcut he instead found a building, an inn to be precise. The structure seemed sound and that was enough for Janus, as he reasoned civilization is only bad when it blinds us to our place in the world not when it provides a warm hearth and a roof over one's head. So with thoughts of his good fortune on his mind he entered the inn.