Orlok drowns His Troubles

Orlok was not having fun.

He'd been dumped in some arbitrary spot full of people all being really loud and shouting things. Was this what cities were like? He wouldn't know, seeing as he was an indentured miner. He growled angrily and headed towards a homeless guy that still somehow managed to be dressed better than most miners he knew. The pavement even looked comfier than those fucking miner quarters beds!

"Hey,  this, this is mine now." He reached down and grabbed the man's bottle of alcohol along with a cigarette. He inhaled the nicotine greedily. Miners only got smokes once a month if they were lucky.

The booze tasted like shit, though. Still he drank it down greedily... hmm, maybe some other hobos had more...

-Three Hours Later-

Orlok stumbled drunkenly into a dumpster that looked and felt comfier than his sleeping quarters back home. He didn't care what happened anymore. He'd looked all over for this 'Rowing' person but She'd evidently moved somewhere else. The 'Blue Rooms' kept coming up when he asked people after smashing them and taking their stuff.

Orlok felt his consciousness start to fade, too much booze. He could have sworn he heard someone chuckle.

"Well, look here at this princess. We should take him to the pits. Maybe they'll give us a few clicks, yeah. They could always use more fighters there."

Orlok fell into a drunken sleep not long after.