Poverty's Pub had been quite quiet for some time. Ever since Ice randomly disappeared, the number of regulars at the pub gradually decreased. If it wasn't for a select few drunks, the place would be run out of business. Just as the lot were about to call it a night and lock up the old worn down place, a man stepped in. Seidrik was the first to spot him, however, all he could see was a silhouette standing in the doorway. He began to squint and dutchfire turned to see what he was looking at. The figure at the door took one step into the light and... "No! It can't be!" whispered Seidrik, and with that the figure at the door collapsed, driving face first into the floor. Dutchfire and Seidrik quickly ran over to help the man, and quickly found a dagger in his side and an arrow protruding through the back of his shoulder, exiting through the front. What was more remarkable, however, was how speechless both the men were. For this was the first time they had seen Ice in a very long time... OOC: To be continued... Feedback appreciated.