Yes it is a bit OT but I suppose its ok, at least you guys have sigs lol .

(occ: Yep I dont remember either thats what I ment by the truth, you see? By the way sorry if I said to much to the woman )

Kroan looks back to Eloion \"Yes thats right we were just passing through, in fact we dident even know this place existed befor we got here\"

(ooc: Nope I have not quit, its the board it wont always let me sign in )

Kroan was just pondering what to do with the ox and cart when he heard a quite voice say, \"Come in here! It\'s not safe outside! Quick quick! They\'re coming!\"
With this he turns to the sound of the voice to see a pale face peering out of a nearby door. A look of recognition flashes across Arins face. Arin starts to asks \"Who\" but cuts off as the sound of many hooves drifts down the street. Kroan quickly decides he has no choice but to get off the street or face who ever they are. Kroan follows Arin as he ducks through the door. At least he thinks I no longer have to wonder over what to do with the dead man and his cart.

Kroan dusts himself off and gapes at the body of the frozen framer. \"What just happened, is he dead?\" he says to Kerrick. Kroan reaches over takes the rains of the ox and tries to calm it. He then offers his free right hand to Kerrick \"Hi, we meet under strange consequences. My name is Kroan\".

A man lies in an alley, he is human though of slightly larger build than most and would certainly stand slightly more than 6-foot when upright. He has fiery golden hair and a rugged but young face he cannot be much more 20 years of age.  
Koran slowly gains consciousness to find himself laying curled up on the ground. A sharp pain in his broard shoulders snaps open his blue/grey eyes. He twists around to find a small metal figurine made in resemblance of a fury animal of some sort. He tries to remember if he has seen its like before or if belongs to him.
With a start he jumps to his feet and looks around to realise he cant remember anything at all about the figurine or how he got here. He reasons that he must have drunk too much the night before but can?t even remember who he was drinking with or where. He shrugs dismissivly and looks down to find himself to wearing a worn leather jerkin and boots and a pair of roughly woven brown trousers.
He looks around for his belongings and finds them scattered around him. He has a backpack, dagger, 10-foot rope and an average looking bastard sword. Walking over to the water barrel he sheathes his sword and puts his dagger in his boot and the other items including the metal figurine in his backpack.
Scooping up a handful of water he splashes it liberally over his head. \"Ahhhh that?s better\" he mumbles. Before him he sees what looks like a tavern, in the back of his head he remembers his father telling him that Taverns are a good place to find adventure. He strolls off towards the tavern.