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A lonely man walked down the cold cobblestone streets of Estolad. He did not stop to observe any of the marvelous sidewalk performers. He walked right past the vendors as they screamed promises for a better life. He had one thing on his mind.

He had received a letter several days ago telling him to go to the inn in Estolad on that very day. The writer said that he would meet the man over lunch. He claimed to have the much sought after information that the man wanted, the knowledge of who took his family and where they were.

The man, although not old, had signs of aging. His face was wrinkly, and his hair had gray streaks running through it. Running down his arms were several long painful looking scars. An old two-handed sword hung on his back. The man had a name. Hogan he was called.

He came to a stop in front of a sign hanging in front of two large double-doors. “Kiama Inn” it read. The letter had not said which in he was to meet the informant in, but a sign hung in the window proudly proclaiming, “Welcome to Kiama Inn, the only inn in the city.” This had to be the place if it was the only inn around.

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The two old men walked down the dusty streets, as venders tried to get their attention to no success. Neither of these warriors even acknowledged the peddlers. They had much more important things on their minds. Things these fools could not understand.

The first warrior appeared older even though he was born a few centuries after the other. His hair was graying. His looks were fading, but he still was just as strong and resilient as he was in his youth, one reason why the other man admired him so. This man’s name was Hogan.

The other man only appeared to be just past the days of youth, but in reality he was over four centuries old. He had his long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He had two pieces of tinted glass held together by thin pieces of wire hanging across his face to protect his eyes. He wore a heavy cloak over his old dusty garments. From his hips hung a deadly katana known for the demon blood it had spilt. This man’s name was Dustin.

Dustin had agreed to come help his old companion in his time of need. He had received a letter from Hogan asking for his help in finding his family. Dustin who felt great pity for his friend reluctantly agreed. Reluctantly because he knew that if he helped he would once again be going against his faith.

Dustin was always struggling with his faith. He was a strong believer in keeping balance; order; and peace, but it was not easy with the hatred he had for demons. He hated them with an extreme passion. Fighting was not against his beliefs but only for the right reason. Dustin had never had the right reasons when he slew the demonic creatures. He was also afraid that if he went on this mission he would kill for the wrong reasons, damaging his faith once more.

A young female half-demon weaved through the crowd, she had her staff in one hand but in her other she clenched a letter, it was grasped so hard it was wrinkled. Her harp on its string bounced at her side as she looked around for her friend Hogan. Hogan sounded strange in his letter. I hope he is alright. A few days ago she had been at her mother and fathers home for a visit when she got a letter from Hogan. A few years before she told him if he needed anything just send a letter her way, it seemed now he was asking her to fufill that promise. When she finished reading it she quickly grabbed her supplies and wrote a short letter to him. It contained only five words;"I am on my way.". As she looked around she could only hope that she was in time to help him.

She soon saw him, he was older than when she had last seen him but he did not look any less nobler than she remembered. He was with someone she did not recognize but she knew that Hogan would not have asked him to help if he did not know him well. "HOGAN!" she called, and waved as she ran to see her old friend. She ran up to him, "It is good to see you again my old friend. When I got your letter I ran right out the door, and now I am here to help you." she said to Hogan, and then turned to the man next to him. I do not believe we have met previously, I am Rhian. she said giving a slight bow to him.

Skye had recieve a letter that was from a new friend...Hogan..an old knight...in the letter Hogan seemed urgent in need of help so Skye took up his belongings and went to him...

Skye saw Hogan among two others...Rhian and the other unknown...seeing Hogan, Skye greeted him and Rhian...he looked at the other person and nodded...

"What happened?? You seem troubled Hogan..."

Skye, looking around his back to make sure nobody followed him, pulled out the letter Hogan sent him...and read it more thoroughly...suddenly realizing a few facts, Skye put his daggers on his cloak and prepared to fight if neccesary...for an assasin...never is there a safe place...