My search was unfruitful for some time after its beginning. I looked all ove the land as fast and as far as my horse would take me, occasionally asking quiestions around seedy places, hoping to find someone who knows something. Three weeks have passed since then. I had reached the farthest charted town in the western part of Dreamland, a town no larger than 300 people. They kept to themselves and didn't ask any questions, which was to my liking. I went to the bar on the edge of town, near the Wastelands, a region surrounding Dreamland that no one ever returned from. Some say it is an evil land, ridden with monsters that will devour armies whole, or ferocious sand storms that can swallow cities whole in seconds. But then again, nobody really knows for sure because no one has ever dared cross it before. But the people of this town didn't look like they cared. There were only a handful of people in the bar, and they sat isolated from one another. Few looked aged and withered, while a few carried swords and looked anxious. They were no doubt on the run from the lawmen of Dreamland. Why else would someone wish to live in a place such as this. All the same, it was still a home, which was more than I had. "You;re Inekwar aren't you?" one of the sword carrying men called out to me from a booth in the corner. "No sir. You must be mistaken." I said, moving quickly to the bar. "No no, that's you. You look like your father." the man said. I looked around quickly, noticing people were looking up at me. To silence the man, I crossed the room and sat across from him in the booth. "What do you know of my father?" I asked. "I served with him when he led our forces into battle against Janet's armies at the King's fortress. We fought well together, and I have seen him lately." he said. I relaxed, thinking this man to be crazy. The only one who knows of my father's rebirth as the Fifth Horseman is myself, and I certainly haven't said anything to anyone about it. "You must be mistaken. My father is dead." I said, preparing to stand. "Oh no he isn't. I saw him the other day. Tall fellow, gleaming white armour, long black hair, flaming sword." the man said. My fist suddenly tightened up around the hilt of my sword. "What do you know of my father?" I asked him, keeping my voice low. He chuckled. "He stopped in here the other day. He left soon after and was attacked by twelve men in black hoods. They threw him into a wagon and dragged him off into the Wastelands." the man explained. I nodded quickly. "Thanks." I said, before standing, knowing I'd have to prepare if I was to journey into the vast Wastelands. "Wait, boy. You aren't seriously thinking about going into the Wastelands to search for him are you?" the man asked. "Yes." I said, turning back and looking at the man. He chuckled. "Godspeed." he said, before taking a swig of whatever was in the glass before him. I felt a chill run down my spine before I turned away again and left the room. I grabbed my horse's reins and started talking into the town, preparing for the perlious journey ahead of me. I knew where my father was, now I just had to get there in one piece.