*The traveller orders a stout ale from the keep. It had been a long time since he had had a decent ale. All his travels in the Orient had only brought him spirits made of rice. Most of which didn't agree with his pallet. But he drank them none the less.

His return to the guild had been a long time coming. But he only returned to meet his companion. A strong warrior he had met over in the orient. Asakura was the leader of samurai in his village, and Quinn had seen them battle on occasion, and battled along side them a few times two, which would explain his wound that didn't seem to heal. The ways of the samurai inveloped Quinn as he had never seen so few defeat so many. They truely held a skill unmatched by any warriors. Asakura would be in soon, and Quinn wanted to make sure and be there when he came in.

Thier paths met on a crusade in the name of love that Quinn had struck out on. His love seemed out of sight amongst every turn Quinn took. He followed shadows into the deep forests, and across the plains trekking ever so further east. Only his heart could guide him. The wonders he saw among the way were washed from his mind and memory as soon as he looked away. He could only focus on one thing. Finding his love. A love that wouldn't be found.

As he ordered another ale from the keep the door crept open and a tall stern figure in armor walked in. Asakura had arived.*

"A glass of wine for my traveling friend."