*a few minutes earlier*
Viator was woken from his fitful sleep from the sound of rattling metal.
He half opened his eyes, and saw a person push two shopping carts into the apartment next to him.
He sat up and groaned. His side still aches, his head hurt, and he was hungry.
He rubbed his eyes and thought for a moment.
With his mind still half asleep he came up with a terrible, semi coherent plan.
“That person had two shopping carts. Two carts means food, a lot of food. I’m sure that they won’t mind if I take some.” He thought to himself. “Besides I have…” he shuffled the contents of his pack. “21 Neduisian dollars.”
He sat up taller and closed his eyes. He tried to visualize the shopping carts in his mind. He could see roughly the direction they were in, but not precisely.
He opened his eyes, and they bleed into the same glowing storms his portals made.
In front of him a small portal opened up revealing solid stone.
“Too far down,” He thought to himself.
He closed the portal, and remade it. This time it looked into a large and neat apartment.
He twisted his portal around in the air and found the shopping carts. He grabbed the money out of his pack, and reached out with his hand.
@Channelknight Fadran, and @Frustration.