OOC: This takes place a little while after BoK would have ended. I am gonna keep it limited to the first few people who join to keep it more realistic. If two people are already in it I would request you use your discretion and only join if it seems like it would work and fell natural. BIC: It seemed as though that strange twilight between the day and the night always lasted longer in the Haven. The time when all the light had faded from the sky but the darkness of the void hadn't fully settled into the world. People were still out and about, voices and footfalls still filling the air with a constant yet quiet noise. It seemed as though none of them paid Dolentrean any attention, it was the way he preferred, attention didn't tend to land on the man fondly. He must have looked so utterly ordinary, his hair cut, his face shaven, his wounds healed... it was amazing that the events of the tower, the events of that place, had happened so briefly ago. And now he stood back in the Haven, pack slung over his shoulder, thick cloak draped over him, the kind that would offer some protection from the chill and the elements out on the road. They fell down over his arms, covering the black metal bracers that caught the eye of some more suspicious passerby's. All his weapons covered... He looked so human... He always looked human, very few could tell that he wasn't... but he very rarely felt like he looked human. It was an insecurity he never let come to light, but he could feel eyes on him, judgments that he thought he had long sense overcome. But still, despite the wounds that wouldn't heal, and the uncertainty that rested before him... he couldn't help but feel hope. He wasn't sure why, but a small, almost sad smile came to his lips as he sat down by the man made lake that resided in the square, a tall tree hanging over a portion of the water. His mind wandered to the Dreamers that he had come to recognize, the ones who he had joined on their struggle... This was a place of heros. He pulled a few coins from his picket and tossed them in the lake. He wasn't sure why. He tried not to be a sentimental guy, but he found himself lingering. He would leave soon.