Zen looked out at the gathered people in the room through his yellow tinted lenses. These were his brothers who he had served with two years ago as a soldier of fortune. He had spilled blood with these men and yet he did not feel the same sense of loyalty that he had felt those years ago. The reason he had truly returned to the remaining Seraphs was to enact revenge on the Ninrus Colony for the slaughter of his closest friend and mentor, a Seraph who had fallen during the final battle. 

This was the first time he was seeing the princess and she did not seem all that impressive to him though he had to admit she was good looking. He listened to all that was spoken in a quiet manner thinking about the information he had gained from torturing one of the soldiers on his way to the inn. The man had not known much but what he did know was that one of the Ninrus elders would be passing through this very town making him a prime target.

"The last two years I have been out of the country working on farms in Jindack. As for the Ninrus elders, I know for a fact that one of them will be passing through this town with his body doubles." Zen said to the group as he rested a hand on his sword handle. "I am not sure when he is coming through but it is supposed to be soon that's why there are so many guards out." 

With the mention of Jindack, the masked swordsman's mind soon drifted back to those memories. The land was a small country two weeks travel from Vualranur where he had found plenty of work on farms. He had covered up his mercenary background as he traveled as he tried to run away from his past to start a new life with no fear of fighting ever again.