Sometimes fate pulls you in different directions

[Jak Mar]

A man with white dreadlocks, a walking stick, dressed in wastelander gear. The sand king. One who controlled the wastelands since he was kicked out of Haven city years ago. The man without his son... and still looking.

The sheer whiteness of the area he was standing almost made him wince as he held his walking stick up. He found himself staring at a strange... face... one certainly white and different...

Was he staring at the face of the precursors? No... they looked like ottsels..

Damas had a lot of questions on his mind.... Did fate bring him here instead of the Wastelands?

He took the time to keep walking with the walking stick as he listened to the face speak to him.

Damas couldn't speak during this time, but he felt strange during this time.

Once the white face finished speaking, Damus wanted to ask so many questions, but he'd have to ponder them himself. He carried a identical Seal of Mar like his son that he was missing..

Fate... had other plans so it seemed.

So Damas's new adventure started as the man started out into the Nexus to start the slow trip to what looked like some sort of fountain....