Another week had passed since the ghost had given the Hunter his first weapon, and since then they still had little to offer other then the ground they had covered. Pax continued to answer the questions he was peppered with, doing his best to fill his new Guardian in on the dangers that often made themselves present to the two. The different races, and classes of each enemy, how they fought, and where they were to be hit for a quick and easy kill.

"So, here on Earth its mostly Fallen?" Feron yawned boredly, picking up a piece of steel and admiring it for a moment, considering his options with it before shoving it into his pack. Could be of use later.

"Mostly, though I've heard scouts report Hive in some areas. I've not seen any in some time, but you can never be too careful." Pax would respond, eying his guardian as it watched him pick up the piece of steel. "And what do you plan to do with that?"

Feron paused while rummaging in his pack, glancing up at his ghost before closing it and re-shouldering it. "Oh.. well." He started, his shoulders eventully turning up in a massive shrug. "I dunno, I just saw it and figured it could be of some use to me later. Why do you care so much?" He'd then push on, as if avoiding the question, for in truth something had told him to take the steel, for steel can be molded and shaped, turned into something else then what it started from.

"Fine fine, come on, we've got a lot of ground to cover." The ghost would grumble, picking up on the Hunter's reluctance to talk about it. "It will be night soon, look for something we can use as cover until dawn."

"Right-o dad." He would grumble sarcastically with a grin, turning his head to let his visor scan the horizon in the dying light. There weren't many buildings in this part of.. well wherever they were. It was at the crest of a mountain range. Pax said, that beyond it lay the Last City. Feron spotted the Traveler a few days back, the first time he'd seen it. The anticipation of getting to the Tower was nearly overbearing. The need to be near others like himself. He did not want to stop and rest at night, he wanted to continue forward save time for his sanity.

"You very well know I am not your father, Hunter." Pax would growl lowly as he hummed near an open cave. "We will rest here. You may not like it, but as a Guardian, you must always be prepared for the worst. Which means. Resting." His eye would fold down under the top half of his shell, depicting a glare before he swung inside the cave, inspecting it further before popping back outside. "Well? Come on then."

A sigh left Feron, but alas he obliged as he ducked into the cave. It was shallow, hardly fit for anyone larger then himself, which, thankfully Pax was about the size of his hand. It didn't take much for him to get settled, for he simply propped himself in the cave, leaning back against the wall and glaring longingly outside. The need to be on the move was strong, but not as strong as the sleep that soon over came him. Tomorrow they would crest the mountain, and alas he would gaze upon The Last City.