Vitius trudged over to the fire and took a seat on a bench nearby, the wood groaning in protest beneath the weight of his armor. Crossing his arms, he met the wizened man's gaze from across the flame.

[color=#DD0000]"Tired isn't the right word for it friend,"[/color] he said softly. [color=#DD0000]"Before we get into where I come from however, I have a question for you."[/color]

He paused, his eyes narrowing into slits.

[color=#DD0000]"Where am I exactly?"[/color]