Zenphere stood in the Throne Room of the Zanardine castle.. He looked at his reflection in a cup of wine.. "I am getting so old.." He chuckled.. "But they need me.." He drank the rest of his wine and threw the cup down. "I must return..." Zenphere went outside the castle and got into his carrige and started down the road to Jastrey.. After 2 hours of travel, he finally saw the walls.. "Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" Zenphere turned around, wondering what the annoying beeping sound was. The carrige was entering town when Zenphere saw a small glance of a bomb in the back of his carrige.. He quickly leaped out of the carrige as it exploded into a huge ball of fire.. His blue cloak waving in the air.. He could feel the heat of the fire on his back because of how close he was to the fire.. He rolled on the ground and was sitting on one knee. He then brushed off some of the small fires on the bottom of his cloak.. "Damn.. Everything goes wrong in this town.. A Black Hood probabley set those while snooping in Zanardine.." He stood up, cleared his throat,, and walked on to the Tavern.. He passed a hooded figure.. "G'moring.." He said, but the man didn't reply..