It had been days now. The thick, abomination of massive shapes blanketing the sky had captured his attention and ultimately led him here. It was all too easy, stumbling into the city. The thick scent of melted paint and scorched wood carried for miles. 

The black fire.. 

He'd mumble to himself as he watched the enormous clouds of smoke rage in width, searing over the blue skies like a wild fire.  The smoke wasn't his only interest then as he'd soon realize the hardened ground beneath him, the burning buildings that lay ahead and those in shambles. It was all new to him, though, the nature of how they ended up like that was all too familiar. 

Sioux stood at the edge of the street, curiously watching the crowds recovering and rebuilding from the recent events. He'd loiter for a few more moments before stepping off into the subsiding chaos, eager to learn of this new world.

Perhaps he'd open a barbershop? He was good with knives and axes! Who know what curiosities he'd find and procure.