It's cold... the heat just won't stay in this dead forest, under these lifeless trees... the cold sea breeze caresses the wounds of desperate struggles with chilling salt. I feel their eyes upon me, a deeper darkness in the gloom... some of the shadow creatures who wrought the downfall of this world who even now eye the fires of a living soul with hungry eyes... eyes drawn by the feeble, flickering green light cast to illuminate the way. The way towards the meagre hope that one adventurer could make the difference, that one impudent soul could turn the tide far past the apparent final hour.

And I have to say, I haven't felt so alive in a long time.

Before October came to Cafe Plaisir, he was an interdimensional Adventurer born (if he could have been said to be born.) And whenever he leaves, he's an Adventurer still. And grand as it is to have finally found a solid home in a stable world to finally learn what a normal life is...

...the call of Adventure is never so far from his mind. One advantage of the power to travel through space and time - little as he likes to do the latter part of that - is the ability to dissappear for days or weeks at a time, then reappear the next morning, as if he'd never left.

A quick bath takes away the dust of travel. A few healing potions remove the scars of battle. But nothing will ever take away the satisfaction of facing impossible odds with a smile on your face and win or lose, earning another tale to tell.

But enough said...

...for they're closing in...