RIEJAL THEY CALL ME. Millions know my name clearly and well. Just my name will strike fear into their pathetic hearts. Empires had fallen by merely my hands and my hands alone. My armor had been blackened through many years of battle. Many parts of my clothing had been stained by blood. And now I return to the village I left all those years ago the way they treated me would decide whether they would live or die. With my blade strapped to my back I rode into the town. The moment people saw me their expressions were turned to fear, utter and sudden fear. I came as close to the tavern as possible and jumped off my horse. After tying it to one of the taverns beams I walked on into the tavern. The air was stale in this tavern but I needed a nights rest either way. The drunks who were sitting at the tables all over the room I was in seemed totally clueless that one of the most wanted men in all of the land was standing before them.