as he walked in to the bar he could see people look in his direction and then gossip in disbelief. as he looked around he sees Cia "C-cia?" he choked out quietly not knowing how he knew her name. he could smell the smell of water coming from her direction. pure and clean. he slowly grips his own robe and smells it. It smelt of fire greatly. Why fire? he thought. he hears the faint sound of one of the gossiping men ask the other if the hero returned. he slowly turns away and finds a table alone and sits down quietly.