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It had been the longest walk of her life, time seeming to drift by as if it were one of the many strangers she'd passed on the street as she made her way towards the docks. She needed to be away from people, away from busy areas with noise and disturbances. She felt cold as if her blood ran with ice, though her eyes burned from the soreness brought by the tears that had graced her cheeks. The sound repeated in her mind over and over, metal popping like a miniature explosion as it was forced to give under the strain of the power the man wielded. A Meito sword, an instrument of art forged in beauty, infused with the history of four great eras of masters who had fought in some of the most notorious battles and wars known to history. But now the blade lay broken, it's achievements stomped on as if they were mere tales of a drunk man, something that a person would barely afford the time to listen to, 

Alicia sat herself upon one of the log posts that ran along the docks in order to keep the platforms raised above the water. It was quiet here, most people either indulging in drinking or sleeping for the new day tomorrow. Some people were at the docks, although it seemed they were maintaining the ships which rocked gently in the waters, groaning gently as the wooden vessels creaked to themselves. Alicia merely listened to the sound as she tried to come to terms with what had happened, trying to form some kind of understanding for why and what she could do about it. She let out a sigh, looking out to the horizon as she tried not to think of the disappointment and the shame she'd brought upon her home, knowing full well that she'd never be able to return home until she had restored the blade and won back her honor. 

[i]"Alicia?"[/i]

Her head turned slightly as the sound of her name broke her from her thoughts, startling her for a moment before she relaxed. She listened to him speak and allowed only the smallest of a smiles to grace her features, "Hello mister cook" she said in her usual soft tone before she motioned to the log beside her for him to take a seat. After a few minutes of silence she would talk again, "I'm sorry Nolan. I didn't mean to ruin everyone's evening" she said as she continued to look out to the many various ships that lay docked in the port. Despite that Alicia was seeming to be the same calm and serene person she usually was, the red around her eyes combined with the somber expression she wore was enough to tell anyone who noticed that she was hurting inside.