"I'm not thirsty." James responded, wringing the water from his hair. He knelt down by the fire, holding Anya next to him. At this rate, even she would be warm. The crackling flames created an odd sense of comfort for James. The smokey, burning scent filling his nostrils forced his mind to wander back to his home. If he let it, he could almost still hear the clashing of steel against steel, and the thunder of hooves on mud and bone.

"If you want our 'story', we're travelers." James said, snapping back to reality. He eyed the new woman up and down. James assumed it must have been Elric's midget-wife. "I've been searching for something important. For personal reasons. Call it a quest, if you want."