*Whistle*

[dragriff]

An early morning, and a strange figure at the gate of town.
The figure was Ryu, or as he liked to be called now 'Drag'.

Hands in pockets, a carefree expression on face, binded arms - as if they were hurt, and a big, seemingly heavy, bag of gold.

He stopped at a fruit shop, and bend down a bit, to take a closer look at the fruit selection. "Three apples, please."
The shopkeeper put the apples in a paper bag, and handed them to Ryu, while he handed the required gold coins.
"Thank you very much!" Ryu smiled a bit, and went over to the nearest bench, and sat down.

He put his hand in the bag, grabbed an apple, and took a big bite out of it. "Mmm.. Juicy!" He sat and ate.

[dragriff]

He finished the one apple, and threw the core in a garbage bin next to him..
He then yawned and quietly whispered to himself: "How boring...."

[butterflywing]

((Hope ya dont mind if I reply....))

"Well then if its not a small world."

A slim figure of a woman appeared from seemingly nothing. Her flaming orange locks tied back within a long braid trailing over her sounder. Baggy pants hung loosely on her hips while a slightly over sized shirt draped over any exposed skin her pants left. She had some business Maventes with a treaty problem. War was not on the verge but make sure the alliances were some what together the feeling was far from her mind.

"Ryu, correct?"

Her hands lay lazily upon her hips and she shifted weight to one foot.

[dragriff]

((yay))

Ryu lazily made a glance at the figure.. "How do you know.....?".. He scratched his head a bit.. "Have we met before?.."