Raul

Raul sighed as he looked over Rogue Town from the his vantage point in the forest, the tall tree he had climbed gave him a perfect view of the small hamlet. From here he could see men moving around and new buildings being erected and a familar sounding voice barking orders.

Raul chuckled to himself, "Henry Winter"

It seemed in Raul's long absence, his old base of operation was lost now. New people had set up residence and under the leadership of one of his old gang members. It did strike Raul as odd that of all his old gang members that Henry Winter now ran things here. After all it was the more talented members like Lann'al, Angfan or even Rune that he had expected to see in control in his absence.

Slowly edging himself down the tree, Raul reflected upon what he had just seen. Perhaps his time is over, perhaps he should accept it, perhaps he should let the younger generation have their time?

Raul again chuckled to himself, "like hell!"

The walk to the road was a long one, but it gave Raul ample time to work out his next move. He would start afresh and rebuild what he had lost, he would rebuild the Crimson Claw. But things must start somewhere and there was no more perfect a place than the city he was born in and where the Crimson Claw first formed.

Climbing onto his horse, Raul thought to himself, " I wonder if old Hanse is still alive"

With that he dug his heals into his horse and galloped in the direction of Vesper.