Rayne walked into the town, wishing for nothing more than a nice sit-down at a bar with an ice-cold drink. She hadn't had the pleasure of relaxing for quite some time. Luckily, there was a bar nearby. She walked in, her white and black katanas on her back in an "X" pattern. She sat in a stool and signaled the bartender for a drink. Her demeanor was very quiet, yet she conveyed an air of strength, even given her slender frame.