Vince sat against a wall near the gate of Last Hearth. He had tried to find an area where the sun wouldn't be beating down on him, and though the shadow of the house was protecting him for the moment, he had no doubt that as the sun moved he'd soon be roasting again. He sighed, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He pulled one cigarette from the pack, looking at the half-empty box with a bit of disappointment. He placed the pack back in his pocket and lit the cigarette, taking a long drag. It was funny how the world could change so much in such a short amount of time. His pipe was leaned against the wall next to him. His green eyes glanced about, noting a few people talking near the gate. He hadn't gotten very well acquainted with the population of Last Hearth just yet, despite having arrived three days prior. He leaned back against the wall, taking another drag from his cigarette and watching as two men nearby talked.