"Hmph," Pacha said as he enter the town, "Never been here before." He looked around... and he enjoyed the place. It was in the afternoon and he entered town with his heart in pain. It wasn't anything serious, he gets this pain in his heart every so often. It's a burning feeling, yet it's cold at the same time. But thats not all that important...

He headed further into town and continued looking around, in order to see if he could discover anything of consequence. And surely enough, luck was on his side. Pacha had found a building that seemed familiar to him, even though he'd never been to the town before, so he decided he might enter and see if he knew anyone inside. Maybe some here would have some information as to Pacha's hidden past.

Blade was sitting in a run down bar in estoland as he had saw someone coming in as he reconized him as the person form the fight in lomedor. he contiued to drink his water as he didn't want to get up from such a long and hard battle. which was roughly a week non stop. he said, "Pacha, come on over and sit down and get a drink."

A familiar face, Pacha thought. He didn't see to many familiar faces. "Hello there Blade, how are you doing?" he said as he began to walk over to him. Although Pacha did like that he could sit down and have a drink with somebody, his curiousity was killing him, as to why he felt some familiarity toward this building. He decided he'd look into it later, as for now he wanted an ale, or maybe something a little stronger.

"not that bad." said blade as he called the bartender and asked him to get Pacha something strong in it. he then turned to Pacha and said "So how are things since the fight Pacha?" he then turned around and looked at the run down bar and saw that several of the windows and doors were broken. he wished he knew a spell that could fix stuff.

"Well, since then I've just been wandering." Pacha answered. "I was traveling around Beleriand and found this town here. I guess I'm just hoping that I can find some answers."

Pacha stopped. If Trinity wanted to know more about the answers Pacha was searching for he'd ask. The overwhelming need to explore the building he had spotted was growing. After he finished his drink he'd run over there as quick as he could. Just to see if someone here knew him, to see if someone could tell him who he is.

"So, what answers are you looking for exactly?" asked blade as he saw that pacha was wanting to look around the building. he stood up as he contiued, "Why don't we go on ahead and take a closer look at this building since this is new to me as well."

Pacha was glad to see that Trinity was for the idea of looking into this building. The waiter came with his drink, and Pacha drank it in one gulp. "Ah..." Pacha was satisfied, "Yeah... let's go on ahead." He avoided the first question Blade asked, and was pleased that he could do it with such ease.

He began to exit the building and move toward the next. He figured Blade would do the same, seeing as he suggested it.

Blade walked out of the building and followed pacha. he wondered how he can sallow a drink with one gulp. when pacha drank it he had ignored his question. blade didn't mind becuase he didn't expect an answer. he looked around the city and saw that the crowd was thinning out becuase it was getting close to dinner time.

This town reminds me a bit of home, mused Maktesh. He had just recently left his rural home in search of adventure. He used to in his past harbor dreams of learning who his birth father was, but has all but given up on that hope long ago. So, as he came of age he began to get restless and decided to leave home and see what the world had to offer. Upon arriving the town Maktesh decided to don his rumpled brown cloak. Being half angel he was blessed with large wings, there was nothing he loved more than to soar unhinderd across the open sky, unfortunately as he had learned from experiance some people are not entirely accepting of oddities such as himself. While not at all afraid to throw down with an opponent, Maktesh was not in the mood to deal with any disgruntled natives in this town. Then again they might be entirely accepting and not mind him at all. Well, better safe than sorry he figured. Upon briefly scanning the town he noticed an odd pair of companions walking across the street. A very tall man with a dark demeanor and a slightly skinny fellow with a dark red trench coat. They did not appear to be native to this town, and always one for meeting new people, Maktesh began to approach them.