Time itself could have slowed down with the weight of the silent intensity that precipitated from them as they passed by one another. It was only for a moment, but in that instant Corban's eyes were crimson steel as they met Shin's. And then all at once the cord of the tension was cut. like a summer breeze, Shin continued on his way down the corridor, not stopping for him for even an exchange of words. He began to truly ponder the nature of that 'tournament'. 

[I]Hmm. He definitely remembered me. That was the eye of a man who hurt deeper than just the surface.[/I] light footfalls resounded as he continues down the corridor, eyes to the floor in deep contemplation. [I]Come to think of it, how long has it even been?[/i] He remembered leaving the battlefield after Shin bowed out, and he remembered taking off.... but to where? Everything after, up until awaking was a blur. A memory slipperly like an eel that he just couldn't quite hold on to.

And then, an epiphany! His eyes subconsiously flicked to his trusty wristwatch.

<I feel it, too.>

-I thought it was strange your targeting was off. I'm starting to get a feel for it.-

<Because it wasn't.>

-Exactly. We were [b]pulled[/b] here... here.... wherever here is. We should probably find out where here is.-

And just in time! No sooner did his sentence end wass he greeted by the shambly shanty-bar. He entered through the double doors to a blinding white backdrop. The kind in the old movies. Eyes, ugly mugs, and wenches all turned at once to face the dark robed newcomer. Like a king amongst his citizens he moved through the portly crowd, over the to bar table. With a plop he took an empty seat and knocked twice with his watch-hand on the bar.

"Hey... what can you tell me about this place?" He said to what he assumed was the barkeep.

[@Doc Doctor]