It was a quiet midnight on the street of London, a few passerby's could be seen taking a stroll out on the street, some of them still donned in their working clothes with their briefcase in hand perhaps just emerging from the subways and are on their way home and others, mostly young couples are just taking a night out on the street. Amongst these figures however is a man nearing the end of his twenties, clad in his winter coat, his wet black hair combed nicely to his side and his facial hair shaven neatly into a full but trimmed beard and mustache.<br/><br/>The man pass by one Wenlock Arms pub and he suddenly stopped dead in his track. He took out a small letter from the pocket on his coat and began reading it all over again. A slight nod and the man puts back the letter into his pocket as he slowly make his way inside the pub. The interior was a bit classy with a relaxing atmosphere blamed upon the lack of customers and the dim lights from the wall lamps, as he walks in a few of the customers turned to him for a moment before turning back on their drinks, the man breathe a sigh of relief, as he hates becoming a center of attraction. He made his way to the left side of the pub and just when he was about to take a seat someone calls his name,<strong>"Arynn! I'm here..."</strong>, it was from a middle aged man, probably in his fourties wearing a full white coat as contrast to his black coat.<br/><br/><strong>"Do I know you?"</strong>, Arynn's, as he's called by the stranger, first utterance was met his a narrowed eyebrow from the stranger, but then a cynical smirked appears on the stranger's lips,<strong>"you have lived for so long you no longer remember me?"</strong>, the stranger replied,<strong>"it's me Romsdal..."</strong>. It took Arynn several seconds of tilting his head side to side trying to discern who this man really is and suddenly it all comes back to him,<strong>"ahh! yes Romsdal..."</strong>, it came as a realization to him, that Romsdal is one of the veteran Dark ones who actively fought the wyverns but then another realization hits him that change his tone and expression to that of being wary,<strong>"wait, I didn't know you're still alive, I thought you died alongside the rest during the battle on the cliffside"</strong>. Arynn thought something was wrong, during a battle that took place hundreds of years ago when a group of dark one wyvern hunters stumbled upon the vengeful Arynn, they were led by a charismatic dark one by the name of Norske and his right hand man Romsdal, they helped Arynn defeated the last two wyverns responsible for the attack on his covenant  a thousand years ago but he also remembers that Romsdal was burned to death and fell frantically into the ocean at the cliffside battle.<br/><br/>Romsdal on the other hand smack his head in disbelief and then sighed,<strong>"come now, Arynn just because I fell from a cliff doesn't mean I would die"</strong>, he motioned for Arynn to take a seat infront of him and he complied,<strong>"...oh sure, I was burned but I fell into the ocean remember, height is not fatal to us and the ocean's water actually saved my life"</strong>. Arynn took a bit more time probably assessing Romsdal statement before he sighed and then formed a weary smile on his lips,<strong>"you're right, forgive me and it's good to see you Romsdal</strong>. Romsdal slumped his back onto the seat relieved that the overcautious and elusive Arynn finally believed him,<strong>"aye and to you too mate, now then let us get on with our business shall we, you receive the letter didn't you? there's much I need to tell you..."</strong>