As Zenphere finishes his guard for Jastrie, he packs his royal carrage and can be seen stiching a gaping wound in his leg just outside of the Tavern. "Agh!" Zenphere squinched as he stuck the scythe shaped needle into his skin. "Why was Stiers blade to my neck when I woke to pain and blood!? Was it because of the skull?" Zenphere asked himself. Dropping the idea of it, he cut the string and placed the needle into his small healing kit and placed it in his carrage. He got into the carrage and took one last glimpse of Jastrie and then whispered a soft ancient language that has been long forgotten and a white portal opens, and the horses pull the carrage through, and Zenphere dissapears in the blink of light. The portal closes behind him and he hopes to have great rest at Zanardine the following night.... But that did not go as he planned it to... -Go to blog and read The KING Of Zanardine to finish the whole story-