Anton wasn't sure what he'd do outside of the city. All he wanted to do was help someone, but he just made it all worse. His mother wouldn't even look at him, she just said, "you've hurt the family, Anton, you must leave and never come back." He was given a horse and he took his brothers sword; He was a hero of the last war, so a sword was commissioned in his name. It was given to Anton as he knew him the most.
As Anton began traveling, he had no clear place in mind of where he'd want to go or where he could go, aimlessly following dirt trails hoping to find a place to settle down. No place really fit him though, he didn't mesh with very well and didn't know how to talk to them. Often times offending someone and having to leave town.
As he approached the dusty town, he was so dehydrated he could barely think straight, it turns out he hadn't brought enough food to make it to the next city. Anton sees a saloon, to him, and oasis full of glorious water.
As he enters. He has no regard for anyone else not even registering them as people. He bumps into a large man with a long scar across his left cheek. As Anton approaches the bar he says, " Water" and slaps the table. The bartender just looks at him and stares as the large man walks towards him.
Anton turns around and sees the man looking at him. "What do you want sir?" The says nothing and grabs Anton by the shirt and throws him out of the saloon.