The sound of people chatting, glasses knocking and drunkards ranting could be heard in the smoke-filled room. The pub was crowded but there were a few unoccupied tables. Somewhere in the corner, alone at a table stood a well built, slightly muscular man, with dark brown hair, cut as short as possible. His brown, almost black, eyes searched the room as he smoked a cigarette and took large sips from his beer. 
 
 As Benjamin began to feel dizzy memories filled his mind. Memories of his first few years of life in this town, his birthplace, his years in college, in the outside world, his training in the military, the death of his parents and of course the surprise when he entered Lynnvale for the second time, now as an adult. It was completely changed from the moment he stepped in it's borders. From a quite country town it became a large city, full of life and with something new at every step. Soon after entering Ben realized that he couldn't leave. At first he thought he was going mad, but everyone he asked in this city about leaving just laughed in his faced and responded : [b]" It's impossible ! "[/b] Of course he had to remember about his first encounter with magic, how he had killed that man in cold blood : [b]" No ! I'd rather not remember ! "[/b] he said to himself. In time he grew accustomed to having magic and embraced the gift but he soon found out that many others here had magical gifts, like him.
 
 Lost in his thoughts Ben drank all his beer unknowingly : [b]" Damn ! I've got to get a job soon "[/b] he said after checking his wallet : 15 dollars, that's all he had. He bid goodbye to the bartender with a gesture of his hand and walked out of the pub, where he lit another cigarette : [b]" Fuck ! I'm almost out of these aswell. I'd have been better off as a soldier... "[/b] he said out loud in an angry tone and started strolling around the almost empty city, at 2 AM in the morning.