The white robed figure slowly walked down the rain drenched street with what appeared to be a wrapped sword resting on his left shoulder. Lightning flashed across the sky revealing that the man wore a light blue mask with a matching plate chest plate underneath his white robe. It had been two years since he had been in Vualranur and he was tempted to just leave again before things got to out of hand, but he had made a promise to his brothers and sisters of Seraph that he would avenge them no matter what. 

After another thirty minutes of walking the town finally came into view through the haze of the continuous rain and it took another twenty minutes to reach Rakkia. His feet made little sound as he had his way down the dark street toward his destination when suddenly two armored figured stepped out in front of him. They looked confused for a moment at his appearance before composing themselves and placing hands on their swords. 

"You know the law. You are not allowed to be out this late." The taller of the two spoke up. 

"Your laws are none of my concern guards. I am not from around here and if you get in my way again you will not be around much longer." Zen told the two as he pushed past them. He knew that they would not let an insult like that get away from them and started to unwrap his sword.

"I told you to freeze. You'll pay for disobeying us." The taller man said as they both drew swords and started to edge around the masked man to come at him from two separate directions. All Zen could do was give a sigh as he grasped the sheath with his left hand and tightened his grip on the handle with his other hand and dropping into a low stance. Zen dodged the first sword and in a flash of motion the owner of the sword slumped to the ground with a head missing. 

The Seraph returned to his stance as he faced the other guard who now looked terrified as it had appeared that his friend's head had just fallen off. The katana seemed to have stayed sheathed the whole time as the ground started to become stained with the pool of blood. "I would like you to tell me some information about the Ninrus Colony." There was an arc of lightning run along the length of his arm and leap to his sheath before there was another flash of light and the last remaining guard fell to the ground convulsing as electricity ran through his muscles. 

A quick torture session later and Zen was walking into the inn where he was supposed to meet the others of his party. "I'm looking for the room of Lord Nemamiah." The innkeeper grunted and gestured in the direction of the room allowing the man to pass to get to the room. As Zen quietly entered the room he noticed he was not the first one to arrive and smiled under his mask as he slide his katana into his belt. "Glad to see I am not the only one left." He said in a light voice as he sat down in the corner facing the room and the door.