<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/6a21af32a17878f019a4f3228520d5ea_zpsbqemsem3.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>Honua Ko</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>Tonberry Tavern</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagged:</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>HP:</strong></td><td>28 / 28</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Honua thought the whole rebellion notion was much smaller than it really was. It was a fun curiosity, especially the claims of corruption and intrigue that, as an outsider, seemed to be without merit. Suddenly the sounds of guns and a more active revolution in the streets forced him to take the whole thing more seriously. He shouldn't have had any stake in who won or what changes were made, he was just a guest. Still, he couldn't just sit by while whatever was happening was happening -- clearly somebody was at fault here, and he wanted to help. Only way to figure out who needs that help was to follow along.<br/><br/>He was a little shocked as everybody ran out, getting up and tossing some coin to the bartender for his drink. He rolled his shoulders to adjust the thin fabric draped over his shoulders and made his way out to follow the train following Cid...