Deuce fell onto the grassy dirt beneath him, staring at the sky above. It was already past dusk, he believed. Going through small towns, forests, and dirt roads was quite the task. He didn't face what one could consider a hardship, but he did have an airhead moment of not bringing enough of the necessities needed for a journey. In fact, his money had disappeared long ago. The only thing left on him were his clothes and swords. And it should also be mentioned that his food was the occasional wild animals and his drink was the rain and ponds.
Thus, he fell asleep right then and there, a pleasant expression dying his face.
I am the third generation Nitro. Nitro III, to be exact.
Personality type: INFJ-A