Having just returned from his tour the beautiful city Kratos, Joquer was sitting in a bar within the equally beautiful city of Silsca. Taking a long drink from his ale, he sighed thinking about what he should do with his life now that he spend all of his money travelling around the world. He susposed he could get an honest job but there was no fun in that, he no real good fighting skills so joining the army was out... he finally decided that perhaps he could find some youngins and take another stab at the life as a traveller and an adventure... although he was starting to get almost too old for these kind of things.