Tyr walked about the market looking for throwing knives, he had used his last on a fiend that had possed a village elder. To bad he thought. i could have saved the man, damn demon had to take his life.. He knew not the village name nor cared, he only knew it was close to the lands of Haven. Haven he thought to himself, I remember it was a place i once called home, but i'm unsure what had happend, ever since my rebirth i have a hard time rememebering things sometimes. faces forgoten, places looking the same. This happend nigh often though. He had heard rumors that some of the fighters from Haven had travled here, he wanted to see who had come and if he could spare them.. (this is a RP, feel free to join in)