[h3][center][color=DarkOrchid][U]Jin "Sin" Baal[/U][/color][/center][/h3]

Finally the grave would be dug, though the depth of the spot was nowhere near four feet. Jin then grabbed (Jinx) the body and placed it into the respective spot. Grasping the shovel again Jin slowly began to cover the grave, and Jinx, with the pile of loose dirt obtained by digging the spot in the first place. Once the task was completed, Jin looked around for something to serve as a headstone. Yet no luck in that situation simply led him to leave and return towards his home.

 Reaching the cabin, Jin would put the shovel to it's respective place, then go for the two buckets again. Standing outside the cabin, something odd took place. Jin absolutely hated the feeling which was currently being endured. The feeling of being watched. Motionless the man stood, studying the surroundings, waiting for any sort of movement within the treeline which surrounded his home. Currently, Jin noticed nothing out of ordinary. Nor did Jin spot any dangerous plantlife lurking nearby. So merely waited where he stood for the time being.

[h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3]

Lance released a small chuckle when hearing Isla's question. Now a pivotal point arose. Lance possessed several different stories or responses which he could pitch when someone asked about all his metal/equipment. Outright telling people his status as a Magi, was highly unfavorable out of his options. Simply due to the negative reactions it could cause. Not sure if Isla noticed beforehand, Lance flicked at the spear on his back, along with rustled the sheath holding the bastard-sword at his hip. "[color=00FFFF]Blacksmiths tend to be easier with repair-costs when you possess metal on-hand. Since then they do not have to forfit the materials and only supply their labor or skill with a hammer.[/color]"

The answer which Lance gave was his most commonly used one. Not only did it make the most sense, but this answer was given to him as advice from an old friend. Sadly enough, this 'old-friend' was someone who he hoped to never see or cross paths with again. Almost as though he forgot, he also stated. "[color=00FFFF]Oh, almost slipped my mind. My name is Lance. It's a pleasure to meet you. And you are?[/COLOR]" Taking into consideration Isla was blind, Lance gazed properly at their surroundings. Noticing her weapons, well her bow. Lance couldn't help but wonder how she was able to accurately shoot or aim with her hindrance of lacking eyesight. Though figured it was far to soon in their meeting to be asking such questions.