"Bojack, wake up! Wake up I said! You can't die damnit! Wake! Up!"

Bojack felt someone pulling at his arm, and tasted copper in his mouth. Explosions overhead caused a ringing in his ears, and dull thumps in his chest. He wiped the blood from his eyes and everything flashed. Suddenly he was standing, overlooking a small outcropping of plants, on top of which sat a guillotine. Hands tied behind her back, Volance, sister of Bojack, laid face down, in position to be executed by the Serdian kind himself, Drake.

Bojack screamed at the top of his lungs. "Noooo!" But his words were not heard. Suddenly the world around him became cloudy and various sounds of a bar filled his mind.

"Order up!" someone shouted across the room. Bojack opened his eyes, and blinked to clear the gook. He wiped the drool form the corned of his mouth onto his sleeve and sat up, peering around the room.

"Hey Palmer, get me a double!" he said grogilly, staring off into space. "Hey how long was I out?" he asked, turning to the bartender.

"You were there all night, been yelling and screaming too. Just about scared away me customers." Palmer said, handing Bojack a shot filled with a raw egg mixed in with a rice wine.

A soft laughing was heard as a cloaked figure walked into the bar and sat down by Bojack. “Well, well, My Lord,” came the taunting reply, “Look where you are now.”

Bojack twitched and downed the shot, slamming the glass onto the bar. He carefully peered at the cloaked figure from the corner of his eye. "I am no one's lord." he said with a grimace.

The soft laughter was heard again as the woman pulled the hood back. Natia smiled at him as she replied, “Ah yes, but you were once mine.”

Her short cropped black hair looked like ink in the dim lighting of the bar and the scar running down one eye gleamed. Her red eyes looked at Bojack with the same mocking look she always held for everyone.

"Apologies for not remembering, but who might you be?" he asked, running his hand through his, now, graying hair. "You're not one of the new state, are you?" he growled.

She smirked as she replied, “I am wounded that you do not remember.” She continued to smirk as she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I am the woman that nearly put you to death. Your little mage friend was all that saved you.” Her red eyes continued to mock him as they did everyone.

Bojack peaked his attention for a moment, but with a loud yawn, slumped down onto the bar. "I see. Well you're not the only one that has said such. Surely you don't come here with intentions of finishing the job, do you?" he scoffed, raising his hand for another drink.

She laughed softly. “Maybe.” She then flagged down the bartender, “Whisky,” she replied softly. “No I didn’t know you were here. I was passing though. I am looking for that minstrel. I wish to pay him back in full for my shame,” she snarled.

“No, I simply saw you here and decided you mock you,” she replied smirking, her red eyes holding far away thoughts.

"I see." Bojack said. "Good thing too. I fear if you had come for a fight, I might have been too intoxicated to defend myself." he smirked, downing a glass of thick ale. "Hey Palmer, add hers to my tab." he said, motioning the bartender. "The least I can do." he grinned, leaning back on the stool. "Who is it you're searching for?"

Natia shook her head smirking, “Tell me, how often do you pay that tab off?” She laid a small purse of money on the counter, sliding it to the bartender.

“I am searching for Collan Rosavier, Mage and Minstrel. He seems to have disappeared of the face of Zelpha.” She sipped at her whiskey slowly and sat it down as she replied, “He was human though. Mage’s improve with age,” she smirked. “He will probably kill me,” she replied once again grinning.

Bojack smirked as Natia slid the money to Palmer. "Interesting. I haven't seen ole' Collan since that day." he said, trailing off at the end and thinking to himself for a moment. "Why is it you search for him? Simply for a bit of a rematch?" Bojack smirked, chuckling to himself.

She crossed her arms, thinking for a moment. “Perhaps,” she replied softly, her red eyes once again gone to a faraway place, “or perhaps I’m looking for my death. I am a warrior, a mercenary, and many more things. You know, it has been about twenty years since I’ve killed something? This time of piece makes us all dull, weak. Most of the warriors of old are no longer as sharp as they use to be. Our skills grow dull, and the enemy that is surely to come is just as skilled as ever.”

Bojack nodded slightly, staring off into space. "It has been many years since blood stained these hands of mine. I know all to well how time reduces one's abilities." he said, brushing the sleeves of his over coat out straight. He quickly spun around on the stool, stood up, and brushed down the front of his shirt. "So, any clue where ole' Collan could be?"

She shook her head, “No, I lost him in the desert. He moves very fast, and he is completely unpredictable.” She sighed softly as she drowned the glass, slamming it back on the table. She turned to Bojack and smirked. “Well, I’m off to hunt.” She was still smirking as she leant forward and kissed him quickly. “Good bye, M’lord,” she replied mockingly as she quickly left the bar. In the purse on the bar was twenty gold coins.

Bojack took a step forward as Natia left. "Wait a second...ahhh...never mind..." he stammered, turning around and slumping down at the bar. "One more drink." he mumbled, banging his head on the bar. "Scratch that." he mumbled, as he jumped up and ran out the door.