Isakar trudges along, weary from all the travels that life has required of him.  He finally is able to look down upon the village that has been in his memories for these several weeks.  Not having any one place to call him, this village was the closest thing he had.  Remembering fondly his last day here, his dual with the ‘girl’ that refused to be bested by him.  He gave a light chuckle at that thought.  His chuckle grew into a smile, as his thoughts turned more to the present, to see her again regardless if it is at the end of a sword may be worth it.  His smile quickly fading away, his time away had not been an easy one by any means.  Zander sent him away to run patrols, “I must have really pissed him off for some reason.” thinking to himself.<br/><br/>Entering the village proper, his first thought is to find a spot to sit down and get an ice cold ale.  Making his way to the nearest alehouse, he make cursory glances looking for the girl.  Slightly disappointed that he did not see her but thought it better in the shape he was in right now, but later……<br/><br/>