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[Dan]

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It was getting late in the streets of Zento.

The local guards were beginning to light the streetlights amongst the roads as the commoners began to find refuge within their homes. Such times called for rest within the dangerous isles of Tokuno, but not for some...

...not for Dan.

Giving a yawn as he slumped over a streetpole near the bank, Dan had had a good training session for him to get back into shape. Strange though, how much he had forgotten when learning back in his younger days. Strange enough how when one loses the power to fight, he earns his respect through wisdom.

As he leaned his head back and smiled, Dan opened his eyes and peered off into the starry night sky. Alot had changed in Tokuno sinced he had last left it. People had changed, but the few who remained faithful to ole Dan kept their loyalties strong. He had been amazed how much of his old life was left.

"Maybe I can start over...maybe I can train myself again and become stronger then what I was, or should I remain as I am and allow things to pass without my interference?"

As much of a connundrum as it was, Dan knew he shouldn't dwell on such thoughts.

It might hurt his brain.

As Dan slowly leaned back to rest his arms under his head to lay down on the bank platform's floorboard, a stray cat wandered up onto his lap. Looking down at his waist to see, it appeared to be a shadow colored, short haired cat had found its way onto him. Giving a few obnoxious meows, it started to walk up onto his chest and began to sharpen its claws...

"OW! "

Shouting out, he grabbed the cat by the fur on its back and stood up to look it straight into the eyes. A little peeved, but calm, Dan observed the cats eyes. They had a sort of mixture of yellow and green in them, some sort of unorderly conduct about them. Meowing again as he gazed at its face, Dan grinned to the cat and notice it was smelling the ribs he had chomped on hours earlier.

"Hungry, eh?"

Kneeling down and digging in his skirt pocket, Dan fetched out a bit of leftovers from his pre-spar snack. Laying them out, watched the cat eat'm up quickly licking his hand for the taste. Odd though, a feeling that appealed in the back of his mind.

"How simple can it be, to continue living among the commonfolk and protecting them. These days I've seen old friends turned evil, with new intentions of wickedness about them. More heretic religions brought up through the unstable, and for what? For comfort? For a calling? They would rather leave their friends behind and fight then stay within the city streets to defend such life?"

Standing up, he looked down to the cat as it rubbed up against its leg in affection.

"I know I would rather defend a stray cat than an ideal."

Lifting the cat up, he cradled it into its arms and began to pet its fur. Looking up at him, the cat purred and rubbed its forehead onto his. Clearly it felt comfortable with this half-elven traveling minstrel.

"I think I'll call you Fred. I'm sure you'll fit right at home with the ladies at the Freehold. They'll love you to death!"

And with that, he headed out back to his home at the Freehold with a new friend, Fred the Cat.
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AKA: Gryss ab'Arawn
AKA: Jode Bonewits