Duilin was siting in the tavern, he noticed the robed man in there, he looked at him and then turned away.
Duilin was wereing all black, he didn't have his armor on, he still had his back pak, yet it showed the showed up tears on it, and it seemed to have something alive in it, but it never moved much, and nobody ever asked about it. His eyes werem't glowing anymore, he seemed to look almost normal again, yet he still had that Gothic look to him.
He glaced back at the man, and decieded to go talk to him. He got up and started to walk over to him, but suddenly he was intercepted by somebody.
"Duilin! I've got to tell you something! I think, that your story is totall crap!" He was drunk, the man was somebody Duilin had met a few days ago, and he told him the story of fall of Romme.
"That's great!" He pushed him away and then sat down at the table with the robed man.
"Hello, there I'm Duilin, who are you?" He asked
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Meanwile, up in the cold freezeing moutains...
"Frost...wake up!"
"Huh? Oh. Why?"
"Were going down to Laus to pick up some suplies."
They were two men, looked very simular,one wore icy blue armor and seemed to be more, gnashy looking, the other seemed to look smarter.
"Okay Bite just a second." Frost, was the smarter one, and Bite, was his crazy twin brother, the both were part of a clan called the Ice Warriors.
Frost got up and put on his armor, looked just like Bite's but had the colours in different order. He grabed his Ice Sword and Pick Axe.
"Let's go." Frost said
"Allright, let's go to the stables..." Bite replied
They headed toward the stables...