Tristan found himself somewhere in Cerenis. He looked a bit older than last time he wandered a city. He had a nasty scowl on his face for a moment, but it dissolved and the anger became but a glint in his eyes. He, once again, had his wings covered by a jacket of sorts. This time, however, he had a painful-looking slash on his cheek and on his back, but that wasn't visible. He almost snarled at the people going by. He was in a rather nasty mood earlier, but as he thought about other things, he simply got into a rather annoyed mood. He suddenly saw a figure, someone he swore he saw somewhere before.
Ah. Miraj, was it? He had always had a good memory. But, he wondered if he was really in the mood to talk. He walked up from behind the other man, saying, "Greetings, sir. I thought we would meet again one day."
