Imari watched the man beside her from the corner of her eye with an amused smile, which hid tactfully behind her cup. *Someone seems to be thirsty* she mused to herself as she watched the poor soul down the life giving liquid in a way that most in this place down ale or whine. The thought saddened her even more as she looked upon him, thinking that it must have been sometime since he had a drink of water. Probably just as long if not longer since the poor man had slept in a decent bed and had a hot bath. This last train of thought was confirmed when the travel weary stranger nearly collapsed from exhaustion after paying for his drink. His hand brushed lightly against her leg making her shiver slightly from the small amount of contact, mostly from how lightly it grazed her leg then anything more.<br/><br/>Her heart went out to the poor soul and she wanted to do more for him, but before she could offer him any help he was shuffling toward the door to once again travel through the rain. Sighing she began to turn back to her drink when there was a loud snap of old leather giving out, followed by the loud thudding and clanging as a sword fell to the floor. Turning back to the sound which originated from the cloaked stranger Imari looked down at his sword and nearly choked on her water. *IT CAN'T BE!* she thought to herself as she sat there in a bit of shock, her eyes taking in the sword and the figure as he knelt beside it and fixed his belt. She had not moved a muscle till he slung the sword, on the newly mended belt, over his shoulder and returned to his path of exiting. "No don't go!" She had not meant to be so loud, or to have even said the words aloud in the first place but she could not help it nor did she care.<br/><br/>Leaving her seat in a hurry she rushed to the cloak stranger moving to the front of him to stop him from leaving and allowing her another chance to see up into his hood. "Please.....don't go.......Kaim...." she said softly, her heart racing in excitement and apprehension. She was not sure if this was truly him, even if he did not look like she remembered she would always remember his sword. The blade that had saved her several times from certain death, the one he had taught her with on those quiet nights camping out under the stars while they travled together. It just had to be him.....its just had to be.....