[@Banana]

   A dark mist covered what appeared to be the village Stride was just a couple minutes ago. It's streets were empty, the Inn still standing had it's doors opened to the elf and an inviting smell was coming from it. It was a smell he loved in his childhood, even though he couldn't remember it yet. Inside the inn sat only a small human, with his pale skin, frail build and dark clothes.

   His table was empty, except for a few cards spread across the table and two mugs filled with top notch beer. That man seemed to be expecting someone.