~Farewell~Bonjour~

[Goliath 384]

The man stood, wiping away the dirt which rest upon the table before him, gazing out at the ruckus which loomed over the town he lived within each and every day. It was hard, keeping his identity hidden, walking and talking with the name 'Dave', it was to keep him secure, so when he finally joined the Wolf Pack he could have a clean slate. The anger was being vented, not a day went past when he was in contact with blood for years.

He walked to the door, retrieving a small piece of parchment from his pocket and slapping it against the door;

Friends, recently, learning that ol' friends are now enemies, realizing that the man I was placed upon Asulon to be is now a mere distant memory, I have decided something. I will be leaving for as long as it takes, I'll leave my shop here to rest while I'm gone. Please take care of it, and I warn you, do NOT, go inside, I want it the way it is now, when I return. Farewell, my friends, take care,

Dave.

Turning to gather a few supplies, he walked from his house, brushing through the crowds of people and out of the gate. He turned, slowly cracking his knuckles and giving a slight grin. 'Watch out, fellas' he muttered, turning and beginning his trek, far, far away.

~1 WEEK LATER~

A quiet day, perhaps, Jingle Claw sat in his shop, talking with his two brothers when he noticed a newcomer. A fresh new cloak hung on the masked man, bloodstained hands and large, metal boots presented on him. He withdrew his sword, walking towards the crowd of people. This man was not welcome in this town,

This man,

Was Goliath.

[Cresaran 81]

Noooo not the blacksmith!

Can I have your shop please seen as though you're no longer using it?

[Goliath 384]

The shop will be used, when 'Dave' returns, so there will be no need

[Reader 8]

((O_O))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.