Date: Fall 5th
Time: 2pm

What a disgusting little town. If it could even be called a town, Kronos thought with a snarl as he glanced around what was said to be the town square. This place felt more like a hell hole than anything else, and Kronos would of liked nothing more than to take the next train out. However, Altair had done quite the splendid job of taking root into the ground by taking up old man Greggory’s farm house.

Just what was that imbecile thinking? Pah, he nearly laughed out loud at that. Thinking? That man was hardly capable of such a simple act. Kronos was more than certain that, when it came to him, he completely lacked the ability to function the brain. In fact, he hadn’t even bothered to go out and buy them some other clothes to wear.

So, he was stuck wandering the town in dirty farm clothes that had not seen a washing machine in days. Instead, Altair had washed the clothes by hand, doing a rather dissatisfactory job of getting them clean seeing as Kronos could still spot dirt smudges across the white shirt, and his black pants were beginning to take on a grayish-brown color.

Kronos was about to remedy that, which explained the reason why he was actually in town. Now, he needed to find a store that sold clothes and he would of exceeded with at least one of the many tasks neglected by that airhead, Altair.