The rain poured down outside the refinery. The crew inside deciding to take a break from their usual antics to avoid the storm and getting wet. The Silver Paw, was this crew. They were a well known group of criminals, and have been on the run for a good long while and yet haven’t been caught.

One member in specific, Tigry, was sitting alone at a table in the corner in the cafeteria, sharpening his two swords and cleaning them off. He was quietly sitting there, lost in thought as he aimlessly cleaned the swords.