In the trading village of Cran, a man waits. The man wares a dark green cloak with a golden trim branching off into several symbols that decorated the fabric. Black, unkept hair hung in strands, occasionally covering his eyes making him brush it off with a pale hand. A little bottle of transparent green fluid hung by a string on his neck below two pale blue eyes and a peaceful smile. This man sat in a tavern filled with different creature of all sorts and he waited, for his apprentice. Of whom, had seen the poster he had pitched up around the world to come to this tavern and "look for the one with a bird of smoke."