The soft breeze in the Meeting Place had one of those calming effects on Nathaniel, after pulling his small wagon behind him for several days, hour after hour of grueling the same enivironment as the last mile the Tinkered finally took the time to rest. Resting the posts of his wagon on the ground before sitting down between them.
It was going to be a long haul to where ever he decided on going to which was nowhere specific. With no destination in mind the tinkerer was just in it for the enjoyment of travelling and seeing the world. Looking at the sky with a small and allowing his sore feet to relax he hummed a little tune from years ago.
