As night comes and the discussion with the strange new man in town ended, a familiar face appears. Zenphere slowly opens the door to the tavern and simply takes the bench closest to the door and sits down. He fills his mug with the wine pitcher and takes a quick drink. He is unarmed, as he is usualy these days. He sits, face exausted and eyes purple from no sleep. "So much.. To take in.." He said under his voice, stroking his beard. He plucked a hair and examined its grayness. "So many years.." He hadn't been seen in town for months now. His hair looked as if it hadn't been groomed in months, and that was all the yet true. He had been staying in his cabin for so long, not stepping outside once.. This.. This wasn't Zenphere. He grinned remembering how young he was when he first came to he town of Jastrey. Young, strong, and battleready. Those times were past, and this was his future. This IS his future. But, what? Him lingering around town as an older man, and now drinking.. He is still a great swordsman and ready for battle when it comes.. But what is his purpose anymore? He had been studying books about strange things like 'The History of the Realms' and others. The golden ring could be seen on his neck. He looked around at the people in the tavern and looked for anyone familiar.