my name is hon. iv been alone for 5 five years. I lost my pack and have drifted ever since. I walked down the side walk of a small town. i had so weird glances fro people walking by me but i didnt really care. I looked up and saw a bar sign. I could use a cold one. I stepped in ignoreing the cold looks of everyone inside. I sat on a stool at the counter and ordered a beer. The bar tender slid the mug down the counter and i grabbed it. I heard the door open behind me. while everyone staired i just looked into my foamy beer. all of a sudden a familier sent hit me and i spun around.

hon the houndour

take it away VDR