Arklan sat back and watched as the man who initiated Tyreus' anger up and left.<span style="color: #FF0000">Can't really say I blame him.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Well, I suppose that's everyone then. We best head out and if there is anything you need to gather or finish doing before leaving, you should do so now. We can all meet at the North-West Gate at noon, and leave from there. So that gives us all about... two hours now, to finish preparations."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Two hours, that's plenty of time. See you all then."</span><br/><br/>Aspen had finished healing the elf, Tyreus got some food and advice from the barkeeper, and everyone set out to do their business. Arklan decided to do just the same before all the drunk fools came wandering back in. He walked in the opposite direction of the other two, towards his home on the other end of the city.<span style="color: #FF0000">Funny thing, it's hard to call it much of a home.</span>Arklan passed the poor old sod that had pointed him in the direction of his group. Sure enough, he was lying asleep beside the front door of the tavern.<span style="color: #FF0000">I just hope I don't become THAT someday.</span>His first and only order of business would be to get his daggers from his home.<br/><br/>It was an unassuming abode of one extensive room, crafted from dark stone. The house itself wasn't large, but upon entering, Arklan was thrust into a world of excitement and movement. Every wall was covered with a complex lattice of gears, and intricate plots where written on sheets of parchment taped to the walls. A picture an artist drew of him and his father during their time in the war sat on a table by his bed. He pulled a lever and magical stones emitted a fire that lit the place. His home was the one pride he had, something made entirely by him, and unlike any other in the world. Arklan made is way to his bed, from where he pulled out two small iron daggers, perfect for silent killing. He pulled the lever once more on the way out, and the fires dimmed. He shut the door, leaving the world he created behind him.<br/><br/>Arklan approached the gate and saw a few others from the tavern sitting by a tree. He joined them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I hope you two weren't waiting for to long a time."</span><br/><br/>Arklan gazed skyward. The sun seemed to be almost in the same position. The still had some time until noon. He redirected his glance toward the tree, and plucked a single leaf that had fallen on the ground so as to remember Alisar. It hadn't been all that nice to him, but any home was a home.