Amidst the merry making and the feasting in the Lemuria inn, A tall, rotund and heavily muscular being walks into the midst of people who are celebrating the news that has just broken in the league. The lengthy peace crusade was finally over and loved ones could start expecting their families to return. The fellow mutters some inaudible clauses as he makes his way to center of the hall before bringing his self to rest on one of the empty seats in the hall. As it’s dark and without adequate Lightning, it makes it much difficult for the outline of his face to be seen at all. Only the gloss...