He strolls I to town with a gust of wind blowing the leaves that where not dead or dieing to the ground from the trees, he stops and turns the dim light of the town illuminateing the scar on his face benith his cloak was his usual attire but on his left side was an unusual blade, the blade of his arch rival legion.
“I’m back everyone. ” he said quietly to no one in particular. He eyes the empty streets, except for the occasional night time creature the town almost seemed dead itself. “Home sweet home.” He thought.