[A Year Later]
The bar in Ember town was lively with activity, Dungeon Raiders, gamblers – everyone was having a good time... they made merry with alcohol and had plates of food; it was a good day after all.
That was until the door opened, the liveliness died down under the crimson gaze of the newcomer – he wore black overalls and a cloak that covered his hair. They all knew who he was…
The young man walked to the counter and pressed a silver coin down on the counter.
"I'd like some tea," He said, his voice bold and daunting despite the order that he had just placed, "And put some sugar in it,"
His order sounded insane, the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and yet he had ordered Tea? The other people didn't dare to laugh; they knew who he was after all.
