Wan made it to the outskirts of the town around the Tenth Spire a few days into May, coming along the roads that led into Caer Scima. He walked alone, though he had passed a small cart and donkey heading back the way he'd come just a couple hours before. They'd asked him about the state of the roads and general travel hazards he'd encountered on his way. None really, save for unstable ground he'd had to make his way around. Something they were already pretty aware of.

He greeted the townsfolk with a smile and asked if there was anyone he could speak to about staying for a time and helping out. He was fine sleeping outside the town, but if he was going to be around and didn't know for how long, he may as well help out. Of course with the town as small as it was and Wan being a shardbearer, he was directed to speak to the Baron of the Spire himself.

Wan did so, going right up to the gates of the spire and politely asking the guards if the Baron was available to speak with.