[i]A Return, of Sorts[/i] [i]8:40 PM[/i] [i]Dojoville[/i] "Why am I back here at this shithole, Kris? Because I felt like it. I was born here, and I think it's time I came back." "[i]Eve, you know it's not safe here. Your father, and everything, they could sti-"[/i] "Shut up." Kris sighed disappointedly as he followed his companion out of a small freighter. "It's changed a lot, ya know. They've added onto the defenses and the village... I almost preferred this place more open." [i]"I think you should shut up this time."[/i] Eve chuckled and followed the path into the village, Kris following. "I think we should stop by the bar, see if we can find anything... or maybe..." Eve turned to face Kris, a happy smile on her face. "Some[i]one."[/i] [i]"God I hope not."[/i] The duo eventually made their way to a crowded but acceptably clean bar and entered, Kris holding the door open for a drunken, vomit-covered man. "Ew." [i]"Mhm. We've seen worse, take a seat."[/i] [spoiler]O[/spoiler] [spoiler]P[/spoiler] [spoiler]E[/spoiler] [spoiler]N[/spoiler]