[b]Rowan Zephyr[/b]

Rowan got off of the bed he was in, grunting as the lingering pain spiked as a result of his movements. He checked under the bed. Sure enough his own gear was there. His gun, his knife, everything was there. Some ammo clips were missing, but that was to be expected. He sat back down on the bed, trying to wait out the lingering pain. He heard Silvack ask what had happened.

"It would also help if we knew where we are."added Rowan.

Everything had gone so suddenly that he had no idea what planet they were on.
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[b]Bryce Achar[/b]

[i]A contract is a contract. A job is a job. If a profit is to be made, then make it.[/i]

Those are the words that always ring through Bryce's mind whenever he is hired to do something. He was a sell-sword, a warrior to be hired to kill. And he was hired to kill once again. The price was quite high for an old man, but it seems that he is a wizard. Wizards are not to be taken lightly.

The clacking of his metal boots could be heard amongst a quiet crowd, but they can definitely be heard here, in this small village. He looked around to find that some were worried. Their fear was not directed towards him, but to another. He walked over to the source of their curiously and fear. It was woman. She leaned against a tree.

"Is there something wrong?" Asked Bryce. "You seem to be the center of attention at the moment. They look at you as if seeing a new or dangerous creature. Have you done anything to deserve such attention?"