Sevasti Secastan looked around the small village.  This<em>was</em>supposed to be the village that had that one place where Arvahn told him to meet him...but then again, he wasn't very good with maps, or directions in general.  He stopped a passerby - who seemed more intimidated by the greatsword he wore on his back than him - who directed him to Rugby's Grill.  Just before he got to the door, the door slammed open and a man holding his crotch ran outside, and disappeared.<br/><br/>Sevasti frowned.  An assassin, no doubt, and probably a recipient of the chief export of Arvahn: pain.  Poking his head inside, he spotted Arvahn, and launched himself at his friend in a flying tackle.<br/><br/><br/>"Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahn!"