Strands of fiery red hair whipped with the wind revealing eyes bright as the sky. Tirian brought his toned frame to face the rising sun of May Weed Village, a quaint and seemingly quiet village far north on Furus. What a long and tiring wait it had been for the young heir of two empires. Tirian needed the right moment that would allow him to return home and face the inevitable destiny bound to this soul. Home. A hand suddenly came to the temple of a pained and distraught young man. The thought of that very same day dug into his mind. Emotions of being useless and incapable of protecting even a single person clashed with his stern pride. Every memory sought out to tear down this young man, and yet he stands strong against the elements of reality while continuing to seek his vengeance against a tyrant of the east.
Only a moment of gloom hung overhead as Tirian brought himself to a straight and proper posture. A moment of hesitation passed before the methodical clacking of scabbard pulsed into the air. With grace and motivation the young man walked forward, his destination was an Inn where he would meet Rudolph Van something or another. Names of others hadn't and needn't be important for this journey. He’d grown to be cold and shelled from live, never letting another soul into his life. Tirian found himself to be quiet and unassuming, while keeping to his own mind.

Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of silence and striding brought Tirian the Flower Gin Inn much later than initially intended. The sun had only just hit high point as the rays of unbearable heat began to slam down unto the young prince's forehead causing beads of sweat to run down his face. Tirian pushed the door open and quickly eyed the room for threats. None. The room had been quite full, all but one seat had been preoccupied with drunken men and women of all races. 

“A pint of your finest mead.”

Tirian took the open seat as he placed some coin atop the bar’s counter. Quickly the noise of inaudible chatter came to a sudden and silent stop. There was something odd about this seat and how everyone reacted in unison to a stranger taking it for his own. The bartender placed a glass of mead in front of the red-haired man with visible shaking hands. No more than ten seconds passed before the door to Flower Gin exploded open revealing a mountain of a man. Feet heavier than the world crashed down unto the wooden floors with loud creaking under the stress of this monstrous man. Where should he stop, of course it had been the very same seat Tirian had ‘stolen’.

“Get up before I break you into small portions.”

Lips parted open only to take a swig of the marvelous mead. Tirian paid no mind to the territorial and obviously immature beast. The room remained silent as night as the man grabbed the pint glass and poured the expensive drink over the head over Tirian. Suds dripped down the young prince's cheeks unto the floor. The room had been silent enough to hear the mead dripping to the ground.

“Last chance pipsqueak. Get up or I’ll snap yer bones.”

Tirian wasted no time with his retaliation, quickly bringing his sword’s scabbard into the man’s crotch with enough momentum and force to bring this mountain a few inches into the air. One fluid motion led to the next as Tirian spun into a vicious elbow sending his opponent to the ground without conscious thoughts. Every single person in the bar felt their jaws drop to the ground. Beautiful orbs colored of a bright blue simply passed from man to man until landing back unto the bartender. Slender hands reached for more coin to place on the counter for another drink.

“A second glass if you will.”

And as if nothing had ever happened the prince took what was now his seat remained patient and peaceful. Surely the old dwarf would know his star customer was here and come see an old friend.