Suddenly, somewhere, a force echoed. Something...was angry. And it was powerful.  It decided, this silence, this peace...was to much....

	[@Tyki]
	Somewhere, a Drifter wandered, without a home. He drifted to places far and wide, running from a sickness. Running, from something one may even call fate. However, now, as he walked along a dry dirt road, cutting though blazing savannas, he came to a cross roads. Just as he did, a strange insect like man did as well. The two were heading in opposite directions. One, away from fate, and one, rushing to meet it. And, in a literal sense. This strange man saw the drifter, and bowed. He showed respect, to a man he did not know. Mayhap, he could that this drifter, was a warrior. Maybe, he was just polite.
	"Hello there. My name is Issac. I see you a traveling from where I seek to go. How fares it?" Issac asks the Drifter, his tone cheery, and oddly sounds a tad like cheeping, like that a cricket. He seems, like an alright sort.