[OOC: This event may be in the same town or not, possibly occurring prior to events, I don't know if FT wants this incident from our bios to be current time or prior and I'm not going to control his character, so I'll leave it up to him if this is a prequel event or the same town]

Segar forced his way back to his feet, and started looking through the stock heaped within his cart. He knew what these people wanted, what they needed. He withdrew a waterskin, and after taking a small swallow, held it up for whoever was hiding to see. "I have water!" he shouted. "Come, take what you need, give what you can!" It took a moment before someone walked out, holding a makeshift spear. Others followed, with clubs or knives or other weapons. Segar did not react. He was no Aiel, but he still followed the Way, those weapons would not be needed. He hoped it was only because they were afraid. It would not be the first time he was robbed of everything he had. The loss of the horses was the worst, none of the automated vehicles functioned anymore, and nobody could spare beasts to pull his wagon. He'd had to start pulling around this smaller cart himself after that first theft.

But he was fortunate, and the locals were only too glad to have something to drink. "There hasn't been a drop to drink in days," one of the men told him. "If it doesn't rain soon, we'll probably have to leave," another informed him. That notion seemed to worry the people. The were brigands and Trollocs and Aes Sedai out there. Many thanked him for the water, but most were too exhausted to say anything at all. Children hid behind their parents, men still clutched at their weapons, such as they were. They still looked at him with distrust, and Segar was saddened by that.

Still, after they were finished drinking, some of them started feeling guilty. There was hesitation, but some stronger wills managed to convince the people to give something back. The merchant smiled as the townsfolk went back inside the ruined houses and came back with all manner of valuables. Nearly every gathering had something they could afford to give. Here, people came out with clothes and blankets and offered them into the wagon. There were broken furniture pieces that could be burned, dried roots and bark and insects that could be edible. Some found whole or mostly whole pottery, goblets, cups, glasses, things that might have been valuable before the Breaking when gold and silver were considered of worth, but were now useful only because they could carry water. A few had ter'angreal that they could give to Segar, items that either no longer functioned without the standing flows, or that nobody here knew how to use. Knives and scissors, paper and books, all sorts of things that someone, somewhere, would be able to use to survive.

That is what he did. He took things people could spare and brought them to places where they were needed.

A man walked up slowly, dressed in dusty black clothing and leaning on a spear, a waterskin dangling from his free hand. He placed it slowly in the cart then withdrew a thin bracelet.

"May I have this?" He asked.

"Yes. Do you know what it is? How it works?"

Cordin nods. "It is, or was, a Life Bracelet. It worked off the standing flows, but was designed so a channeler could power it, to amplify the signal it sent. There were receivers that monitored for distress signals, but if you know how to use them you can use another to help find a nearby one that's signalling." Cordin smiles sadly. "It told you where the bearer was and that they needed help, I think its been sometime since there was anyone that wasn't true of. It's worthless now, and probably didn't serve it's last owner very well, it's still in the on position, must have drained it. A rescue team would have shut it off."

Cordin placed it around his wrist and looked at the cart. "I too am a traveler, recently arrived. Do you know the name of this place?" He asked Segar.