Altar of Twilight Eyes that fire and sword have seen

Well.  He was hungry.  That was one of those things that had become more on his mind the past few days.  Luck was a fickle thing, and though he wasn't in any danger of starving any time soon, it wasn't exactly like it was pleasant.  But such was life outside Elysium -- an empty world full of murderers and freaks.

He needed to head back to Brillo soon, but he probably could put off the return journey for another day or two if he took a more direct path through the mountains.  Might be worth a shot.  Right now, though, he'd wound his way into a little sheltered valley in the late afternoon.  Maybe here there would be something edible -- or maybe not.  It wasn't like he was expecting anything from anywhere or anyone at this point.  The world was kind of just a jerk and catching a break would be too much trouble.  But if he found nothing on this trip, then what would he do?  He started sniffing around, looking for some clue of what might be ahead.