The inn was bustling and our little party was huddled up in a corner Larkspur: "This is so boring. We haven't had anything to do in weeks" the undying warlock sighed Whisteria: "Oh calm down, I am sure something will show up" the Shadow corcerer awnsered with an annoyed tone to her twin Calypso: "Yeah, Whisteria is right" the barbarien said, hoping she was right Dekkan: "Maybe we should make a plan?" said the Clerick as he looked up from his book. "I heard that theres a carneval happening in the Bright Capital, maybe we could go there?" He said looking around on everyone.*

It was a typical night for a party without a mission

meanwhile you, you were on a run, on a run from your somewhat home the Monastery Abbey of Eona. Where you spend your last 7 years after a human named Lórien saved you from life on the streets, and spend the last 7 years training you, pushing you mentally and physicaly to be better, it was like a dream come true.. or was it