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The inn was quite empty. Across the room what seemed like two guards were drinking a few pints of ale, and the only other person there was a portly man who was fast asleep. Barring Bron of course.

He sipped his own ale. It tasted like filth, but it had cost him close to nothing, and he was thirsty. He had grown used to the wine served at the Palace in the Vale, but it was better incognito as a poor traveller than dead. His hand kept going to his bag next to him, feeling the hilt of his sword, to check the gem was still there. It had cost the kingdoms their lives. Well, at least, it was partly responsible. The four other reasons were scattered across the kingdoms. He had forged it into the pommel of his sword, to keep it close to him and hide it if anyone saw his weapon. The disguise probably wouldn't work on everyone, but it could at least prolong his life a while longer.

He relaxed. It was only a day's walk to Kirin Taq now, where King Edgar and the woman who had invited him would undoubtedly be. Perhaps the other Knights were already there for council. He noticed his drink getting cold, and placed his hand on the cup. With a quick surge of energy, the drink fizzled and steamed. He leaned back with a satisfied grin. It was useful to have heat and fire at your fingertips. Quite literally.

After quickly finishing his ale, he tossed a coin to the innkeep and left. He paused at the door and looked back. All three other men were passed out. Typical, he thought, and opened the door.

He made it to Kirin Tak. It was nightfall, and the sky was black and devoid of stars. Nature's only means to find your way gone, he thought. An ill omen. He walked along the streets. The houses were very clean, in fact the whole place seemed to have never seen any kind of commotion ever. Quite peculiar, there having been a war. In fact, he had never heard of the place, and couldn't find it on a map. He decided he didn't like this place, a hidden place with hidden going-ons is generally not a place you stay too long if you want to keep your coins on you. Or your life.

He trudged down a small alleyway and came up to a huge road that went along Kirin Taq. At the end were two knights, barely visible. They were both wearing impressive sets of armour, and he could already feel the presence of two other gems. He looked down at his.

"Guess I'm not incognito anymore," he muttered, and pulled out his sword, buckling it to his belt. The gem shone in the night like a flashlight, little flames dancing in it, twirling.

He made his way to the two knights.

"Hello there," he said.