You don't just find the Wanderer {New Follower}
Work, it was long and when the new employee had a hard time telling the difference between a blow horn and a silurian fire arm, it was even longer. The Wanderer stepped out of the elevator, holding a box under her arm with said fire arm in it to avoid any further trouble.
Walking down the hall, she found her room and glanced down at the lock to see a mark on the shiny, and otherwise, perfect handle. Opening the door slowly, she poked her nose in and narrowed her eyes. "What the bloody hell are you doing in my flat?"













